111 

trill  I           Inn 

ft 
@ 

1 

k 

Z-7 


«*,*, 

& 


.5 


& 


% 


Y^ 


w> 


a. 

(0 


C 

bo 
< 


>> 

_Q 


I  SC 

*  IZ76 


W-  ,fe<?a*r*& 


^^tL 


,/^-^y.,-  £?, 


SAt~'~ 


* 


PSALMS,  HYMNS, 

AND 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 

ORIGINAL  AND  SELECTED; 

/  COMPILED    T,Y 

A.CAMPBELL,  W.  SCOTT.  B.  \l\  STONE, 
AND  J.  T.  JOHNSON: 

ADAPTED  TO  THE 

CHRISTIAN   RELIGION. 


FOURTEENTH  STEREOTYPE  EDITION. 


BETHANY,  VA. 

■hiitoband  i'>;eu;;t.T)  :  ,  .".prr- 

1643, 


COPT-RIGHT  SECURED  ACCORDING  TO  ACT  OF  CONGRESS. 


?iereotypod  by  L.  Johmon,  Phfladtlphii. 


PREFACE 

TO    THE    FIFTH    EDITION. 


This  compilation  of  Psalms,  Hymns,  and 
Spiritual  Songs,  having-  met  with  decided 
approbation  from  the  Christian  community, 
by  whom  it  has  been  generally  pronounced 
the  best  collection  now  extant,  it  has  been 
deemed  expedient,  in  accordance  with  the 
intimation  given  in  the  first  edition,  that  it 
should  be  stereotyped.  With  this  view,  the 
errors  of  the  former  editions  have  been  care- 
fully corrected  in  this,  the  fifth  edition ;  and 
the  whole  collection  has  been  accurately 
revised. 

In  the  course  of  this  revision,  sundry 
amendments  and  improvements  have  been 
suggested,  both  as  it  regards  the  poetry  of 
some   hymns,  and   the   congruity   of  others 

3 


4  PREFACE. 

with  Divine  Revelation,  and  the  genius  of 
the  Christian  Institution.  In  order  to  per- 
fect the  selection  as  far  as  possible,  these 
emendations  have  been  made ;  but  in  no  case 
have  the  pages  of  the  book  been  changed,  or 
the  language  of  a  hymn  so  much  altered  as 
to  create  inconvenience  in  using  the  former 
editions.  The  same  psalm,  hymn,  or  spi- 
ritual song  will  still  be  found  upon  the  same 
page,  and  with  the  same  number  of  verses. 

A  selection  of  tunes,  adapted  not  only  to 
the  metre  of  the  different  pieces,  but  to  theii 
style  and  sentiment,  has  been  esteemed  a 
desideratum.  This  is  supplied  in  the  pre- 
sent edition,  and,  it  is  hoped,  will  be  found 
advantageous. 

It  will  be  perceived,  also,  that  much  of 
the  previous  matter,  which  was  contained  in 
the  prefaces  to  former  editions,  has,  in  this, 
been  digested  into  the  form  of  an  introduc- 
tion, in  which  the  objects  and  principles  of 
Christian  psalmody  are  briefly  considered. 


INTRODUCTION. 


icH  and  admonish  one  another  in  psalig*,  nymns, 
and  spiritual  songs,  singing  with  gratitude  in  your  hearts 
to  the  Lord  :"  so  Paul  exhorted  the  Christians  to  whom  he 
wrote  letters.  What  was  precisely  intended  by  psalms, 
hymns,  and  spiritual  songs,  has  often  been  inquired  after, 
but  not  often  satisfactorily  answered. 

The  result  of  our  inquiries  upon  this  subject  is  as  fol- 
lows :— 

1.  Psalms  are  historic  compositions,  or  poetic  narratives. 

2.  Hymns  are  songs  of  praise,  in  which  the  excellen- 
cies, glories,  and  gracious  acts  of  some  person  are  extolled. 

3.  Spiritual  songs  are  either  songs,  the  matter  of  which 
was  immediately  suggested  by  the  Holy  Spirit;  or  senti- 
mental songs,  composed  on  the  divine  communications  to 
men. 

Spiritual  songs  embrace  a  wider  range  of  subjects  than 
both  the  former ;  for  such  songs  as  are  of  a  mixed  nature, 
partly  psalms  and  partly  hymns,  may  be  ranked  among 
those  which  are  properly  called  spiritual  songs. 

Other  compositions,  both  in  scripture  and  elsewhere, 
have  been  called  psalms,  which  do  not  exactly  correspond 
with  the  true  import  of  this  word  in  its  ancient  usage. 
The  reason  is  obvious:  The  first  psalms  being  all,  or 
chiefly,  of  one  species  of  poetry,  other  songs  in  the 
same  kind  of  verse  were  called  by  the  same  name,  be- 
cause of  a  coincidence  in  poetic  measure,  though  th£y 
were  quite  different  in  substance  and  design.  In  on\ 
sense  the  design  of  all  sacred  poetry  is  the  praise  of  God 
Hymns  directly  address  God  in  praise;  psalms  and  spi- 
ritual songs  indirectly  praise  him,  and  are  sometimes  spe- 
cially designed  for  the  edification  of  men. 


6  INTRODUCTION. 

The  general  design  of  all  religious  worship  is  to  praise 
God  and  to  edify  men.  But  sometimes  we  sing  for  the  sole 
purpose  of  praising  God :  on  other  occasions,  for  the  infor- 
mation or  edification  of  men.  In  the  former  case  we  sing 
hymns ;  in  the  latter,  psalms  or  spiritual  songs,  as  best 
adapted  to  our  end  in  view. 

Such  is  the  plain  and  obvious  difference  between  psalms, 
hymns,  and  spiritual  songs ;  which  ought  to  be,  in  some 
measure,  apprehended  by  all  who  feel  any  obligation  upon 
them,  arising  from  the  command  of  the  apostle.  In  singing 
any  of  them  in  the  presence  of  others,  we,  in  some  measure, 
may,  and  often  do,  contribute  to  their  edification. 

No  exercise  of  social  worship  is  more  delightful,  solemn, 
or  sublime,  than  singing  the  praises  of  the  Lord.  And  when 
we  address  him  in  sacred  song,  care  should  be  taken  that 
the  substance  and  form,  or  the  matter  and  manner  of  our 
song,  be  such  as  will  be  acceptable  to  him. 

Seeing,  then,  that  we  ought  to  sing  psalms,  and  hymns, 
and  spiritual  songs;  and  seeing  that  the  matter  of  them 
ought,  as  well  as  the  matter  of  our  prayers,  to  be  according 
to  the  revelation  of  God  ;  we  proceed  to  make  a  few  briei 
remarks  on  the  selection  or  composition  of  our  psalms, 
hymns,  and  spiritual  songs.  And  here  we  observe,  that 
sectarianism  and  a  speculating  philosophy  have  contami- 
nated the  fountains  of  this,  as  of  every  other  part  of  Chris- 
tian worship.  Our  hymns,  our  tunes,  and  our  manner  of 
singing  them,  are  inspired  with  the  spirit  of  our  speculating 
and  schismatic  systems.  Our  Christian  psalters  are  in 
general  a  collection  of  every  thing  preached  in  the  range 
of  the  system  of  the  people  who  adopt  them.  In  other 
words,  they  are  our  creed  in  metre,  while  it  appears  in  tho 
prose  form  in  our  confessions. 

This,  we  presume  to  say,  is  founded  upon  an  idea  that 
we  are  to  praise  God  by  singing  our  opinions  and  our  con- 
troversies, instead  of,  or  as  well  as  by,  singing  the  works, 
and  wonders  and  excellencies  of  the  Lord  our  God.     To 


INTRODUCTION.  7 

examine  this  idea,  it  is  necessary  to  inquire,  What  is  wor- 
thy of  our  song  ?  And  briefly  we  shall  reply  as  follows:— 

In  originating  the  exercise  of  singing  in  the  worship  of 
God,  nothing  more  was  done  than  to  give  direction  to 
faculties  before  possessed ,  and  before  employed  on  objects 
unworthy  of  them.  Thus  our  heavenly  Father  turns  every 
thing  to  good  account  in  the  economy  of  salvation.  Oui 
tongues,  lips,  hands,  feet,  and  voices,  together  with  all  our 
more  noble  powers,  are  employed  in  the  new  service.  In 
the  old  service  they  were  all  employed  as  instruments  ol 
unrighteousness.  Now  he  consecrates  the  whole  of  them 
to  his  service,  and  has  graciously  conferred  the  honour 
upon  our  hands,  feet,  and  tongues,  our  lips,  our  voices,  of 
being  employed  in  his  service ;  and  as  much  to  his  accept- 
ance as  the  powers  of  Gabriel.  This  is  an  astonishing 
discovery  of  his  condescending  favor.  To  think  that  the 
great  God  should  give  birth  to  a  system  of  things  in  which 
it  is  possible  for  the  tongue  of  an  infant  to  achieve  honor 
to  his  Majesty,  as  well  as  the  wings  of  a  seraph,  is  what 
has  long  been  extolled  in  heaven  and  admired  on  earth. 
Js  it  not  astonishing,  Christian  reader,  that  the  Majesty  ol 
Heaven  should  condescend  to  employ  the  hands  and  feet 
the  tongues  and  lips  of  infants  to  perfect  praise!  What  a 
system  of  perfection  that  puts  it  into  the  power  of  all  to 
be  happy  in  honoring  Jehovah,  and  which  derives  a  pro- 
portionate revenue  of  glory  from  the  finances  of  a  pauper, 
and  the  resources  of  a  heavenly  principality. 

But  what  we  have  in  view  is  this:  The  powers  and 
faculties  of  the  man  are  neither  lost  nor  metamorphosed  in 
the  Christian.  They  are  all  consecrated.  They  are  now 
instruments  of  righteousness.  We  sing  now  as  formerly— 
the  same  voice,  the  same  tune ;  but  a  different  song.  And 
this  brings  us  just  to  the  inquiry,  What  are  the  subjects  on 
which  men  are  disposed  to  sing?  Love-songs,  the  praises 
of  heroes,  and  the  triumphs  of  wars.  "  These  are  the  chap- 
ters comprehending  the  chief  testes  deemed  worthy  of 


3  INTRODUCTION. 

song.  No  man  thinks  the  weaving  of  a  web,  the  planting 
of  a  cornfield,  or  the  sweeping  of  a  house  worthy  of  a  song. 
Why,  then,  have  we  so  many  mean  topics— so  many 
childish  and  frivolous  songs— sung  by  Christians?  In 
consecrating  our  singing  powers,  God  has  not  debased 
them.  He  has  rather  exalted  them.  Still  the  subjects 
worthy  of  Christian  song  are  specifically  of  the  same  kind 
as  those  worthy  of  the  songs  of  men.  The  Christian,  as 
well  as  the  man,  has  his  love-songs— the  praises  of  his 
hero,  the  Captain  of  his  salvation— the  triumphs  of  his 
glorious  warfare.  These,  then,  are  worthy  of  sacred  song. 
And  thus,  in  general  terms,  the  question  is  answered, 
What  is  icorthy  of  the  Christian's  song  ?  Psalms,  hymns, 
and  spiritual  songs  should,  therefore,  be  founded  upon  such 
noble  themes.  Let  the  love  of  God  our  Father,  the  praises 
of  the  character,  and  the  glories  of  the  achievements  of  th» 
Captain  of  our  salvation,  animate  our  strains.  Let  our 
sentimental  songs  be  of  the  same  exalted  character  with 
the  subjects  of  faith,  hope,  and  love ;  and  let  not  the  little, 
low,  selfish,  sch ismatical,  and  sectarian  topics  find  a  place 
in  this  sublimest  of  all  exercises  known  among  men.  Let 
not  the  rhapsodies  of  enthusiasm,  nor  the  moonshine  spe- 
culations of  frigid  abstraction,  characterize  what  we,  as 
Christians,  call  the  praises  of  our  God— 

"  To  liearenly  themes  sublimer  strains  belong." 

In  order,  however,  that  singing  may  answer  the  purposes 
of  edification  for  which  it  was  designed,  attention  must  be 
paid  not  only  to  the  subject-matter  of  hymns,  but  to  the 
manner  in  which  they  are  sung,  and  the  style  or  character 
of  the  tunes  employed.  The  "grave  sweet  melody,"  the 
"joyful  strains,"  and  the  mournful  sounds  of  "  harps  hung 
upon  the  willow  trees,"  ought  to  correspond  with  the 
meaning  of  the  srmg  and  the  occasion.  To  hear  a  joyful 
tune  sung  to  the  song, 

w  H7r.#  do  we  mown  departed  friends  ?"— 


INTRODUCTION.  U 

Or  a  mournful  air  to  the  words, 

"Rejoice,  O  Earth,  the  Lord  is  King,"— 

is  so  unharmonious  and  discordant,  that  half  the  world 
feels  the  incongruity  as  they  would  frost  in  August,  or 
solstitial  heat  in  December.  But  every  approach  to  these 
extremes  is  to  he  guarded  against,  as  well  as  the  extremes 
themselves.  Hence  the  necessity  of  good  taste  and  sound 
judgment  in  selecting  appropriate  tunes  for  every  theme, 
and  for  all  occasions  of  tins  delightful  exercise  of  the 
understanding  and  the  affections. 

Besides  the  selecting  of  appropriate  tunes,  and  singing 
these  according  to  the  ordinary  rules  of  music,  there  are 
other  points  relating  to  the  manner  of  singing  deserving 
of  remark.  Not  only  should  the  words  be  distinctly  pro- 
nounced that  the  sentiment  may  be  understood  by  others, 
but  a  proper  emphasis  should  be  given  to  sucJi  passages  as 
require  it.    To  sing  the  verse  commencing 

"  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle,'" 

with  the  same  force  and  expression  as  the  one  which 
immediately  follows, 

"  Shall  ice  whose  soids  are  lighted 
By  icisdom  from  on  high,"  §c. 

indicates  either  a  deficiency  of  taste,  or  that  the  singer  i. 
so  engrossed  with  the  music  as  to  be  inobservant  of  the 
sentiment.  When,  on  the  contrary,  the  former  is  sung 
with  a  soft  and  plaintive  expression  ;  and  the  latter  with 
a  greater  degree  of  energy,  the  transition  leads  the  mind 
at  once  to  the  sentiment  by  which  it  was  occasioned,  an4 
secures  the  primary  object  of  the  exercise,  viz.  edification. 
This,  indeed,  it  should  ever  be  borne  in  mind,  is  the  most 
important  point  in  relation  to  Christian  psalmody,  and 
every  thing  else  should  be  made  secondary  and  subser- 


10  INTRODUCTION. 

vient  to  the  great  purpose  of  singing  with  the  spirit  and  the 
understanding. 

The  hymn-boot,  next  to  the  Bible,  forms  the  mind  and 
manners  of  the  young  members  of  the  family  of  God.  No- 
thing, therefore,  that  is  mean  in  composition  ought  to 
appear  in  it.  This  bears  with  still  additional  force  against 
familiarizing  the  mind  with  any  thing  in  the  form  of 
psalmody,  which,  however  beautiful  in  verse,  is  not  ac- 
cordant to  the  letter  and  spirit  of  the  Christian  Institution. 
These  considerations  have  influenced  us  to  repudiate 
altogether  some  hymns  and  songs  (though  very  popular) 
and  to  reform  others.  If  we  have  not  every  psalm,  hymn, 
and  spiritual  song  which  might  be  sung  with  acceptance 
and  with  propriety,  it  ought  not  to  be  thought  a  defect  in 
our  selection,  any  more  than  the  not  having  every  flower 
and  shrub  in  a  garden  (provided  every  species  be  there) 
should  be  an  objection  against  the  good  taste  or  judgment 
of  the  keeper  in  making  his  selections.  We  think  we 
have  culled  the  most  useful  and  beautiful  flowers  from  all 
the  books  in  use ;  and  if  we  have  not  every  individual  song, 
we  have  some  of  every  species  of  poetry,  and  on  every 
subject  which  rightfully  claims  a  place  in  the  sacred 
psalmody  of  the  Christian  society. 

A.  CAMPBELL 


PSALM  1— L.  M.—lOld  Hundred 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone 
He  can  create  and  he  destroy. 

His  sov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men; 
And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

We  are  his  people — we  his  care — 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name ! 

We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raise; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall   fall  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

11 


12  PSALMS. 

Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command  ! 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ! 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move ! 

PSALM  2— P.  M.— [Star  in  the  East. 

Hail  the  blest  morn !  when  the  great  Me- 
diator 
Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends ! 
Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  man- 
ger; 
Lo !  for  your  guide  the  bright  angel  attends ! 


Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thy  aid  ; 

Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid: 

Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining, 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 
stall ; 

Angels  adore  him  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker,  and  monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all ! 

Say,  shall  we  yield  him  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Eden,  and  ofT'rings  divine; 
Gems  from  the  mountain,  and  pearls  from  the 
ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 
mine ? 


PSALMS.  13 

Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure; 

Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration, 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor! 

Brightest  and  best,  fyc. 

PSALM  3— P.  M.— ZVoice  to  the  Sheplierds. 

From  the  regions  of  love,  lo !  an  angel  descended, 
And  told  the  strange  news  how  thebabe  was  attended  ; 
Go,  shepherds,  and  visit  the  wonderful  stranger; 
See  yonder  bright  Star !  there's  your  Lord  in~a  manger. 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  La??ib  who  has  bled  for  our  pardon, 
We'' 11  praise  him  again  tchen  we  pass  over  Jordan! 

Glad  tidings  I  bring  unto  you  and  each  nation; 
Glad  tidings  of  joy— now  behold  your  salvation  ! 
Then  suddenly  multitudes  raise  their  glad  voices, 
And  shout  hallelujahs,  while  heaven  rejoices  ! 

Now  glory  to  God  in  the  highest  be  given, 
All  glory  to  God  is  re-echo'd  in  heav'n; 
Around  the  whole  earth  let  us  tell  the  glad  story, 
And  sing  of  his  love,  his  salvation,  and  glory. 

O  Jesus !  ride  on,  thy  kingdom  is  glorious ; 
Over  sin,  death,  and  hell,  thou'lt  make  us  victorious! 
Thy  banner  unfurl— let  the  nations  surrender,' 
And  own  thee  their  Saviour,  their  Lord,  and  Defender! 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  $-c. 

PSALM  4— C.  M.-^lHamilion. 

While  humble  shepherds  watch'd  their 
In  Bethlehem's  fields  by  night,       [flocks, 

An  angel,  sent  from  heav'n  appear'd, 
And  fill'd  the  fields  with  light. 


14  PSALMS. 

4  Fear  not,'  he  said,  (for  great  alarm 
Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind,) 
Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

'To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord, 

And  this  shall  be  the  sign : 

k'rhe  heav'nly  babe  you  there  shall  find, 

To  human  view  display'd, 
All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  swaddling  bands, 

And  in  a  manger  laid.' 

Thus  spoke  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
C  '  angels,  praising  God  ;  and  thus 

Address'd  their  joyful  song: — 

'  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace ! 
Tood-will  abound  with  men  below, 
That  never  more  shall  cease ! 

PSALM  5— C.  M.— [New  Durham. 

Mortals  !  awake,  with  angels  join, 

And  chant  the  cheerful  lay ; 
Love,  joy,  and  gratitude  combine 

To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 


PSALMS.  15 

In  heav'n  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 

And  swept  the  sounding  lyre. 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new 

To  each  angelic  tongue ; 
Swift  through  the  realms  of  light  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  rung. 

Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

The  pealing  anthem  ran, 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy, 

To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

Hark !  the  cherubic  armies  shout* 

And  glory  leads  the  song, 
Peace  and  salvation  swell  the  note 

Of  all  the  heav'nly  throng. 

With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 
4  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Good-will  and  peace  are  now  complete- 
Jesus  was  born  to  die !' 

Hail,  Prince  of  Life  !  forever  hail ! 

Redeemer — brother — friend  ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  shall  fail, 

Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 


16  PSALMS. 

PSALM  6— L.  M.—[Piksgrove. 
Behold  the  woman's  promis'd  seed ' 
Behold  the  great  Messiah  come  ! 
Behold  the  Prophets  all  agreed 
To  give  him  the  superior  room  ! 

Abrah'm,  the  saint,  rejoic'd  of  old, 
When  visions  of  the  Lord  he  saw  ; 
Moses,  the  man  of  God,  foretold 
This  great  fulrlller  of  his  law. 

The  types  bore  witness  to  his  name, 
Obtain'd  their  chief  design  and  ceas'd — 
The  incense  and  the  bleeding  lamb, 
^'he  ark,  the  altar,  and  the  priest. 

redactions  in  abundance  join 
To  pour  their  witness  on  his  head  : 
Jesus,  we  bow  before  thy  throne, 
And  own  thee  as  the  promis'd  seed. 

PSALM  7— C.  M.— {Cambridge. 

Hark!  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour's  come1 

The  Saviour  promis'd  long  ! 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  a  throne, 

And  ev'ry  voice  a  song. 

On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 

His  holy  breast  inspire. 


17 

He  comes  the  pris'r.ers  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  b 

The  iron  fetters  yield. 

He  comes  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  inward  sight, 
And  on  the  eyeballs  of  the  blind 

To  pour  celestial  light. 

He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  son!  to  cure, 
And  from  the  treasures  of  his  grace 

T'  enrich  the  humble  pc 

Our  glad  Hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim ; 
And  heav'n's  eternal  arches  ring 

With  thy  beloved  name. 

PSALM  8— C.  M— [Dundee. 

The  true  Messiah  now  appears, 

The  types  are  ail  withdrawn ; 
So  fly  the  shadows  and  the  stars 

Before  the  rising  dawn. 

Now  smoking  sweets,  and  bleeding  I 

And  kids,  and  bullocks  slain; 
Incense  and  spice  of  costly  names, 

Would  all  be  burnt  in  vai 
2 


1&  PSALMS. 

Aaron  must  lay  his  robes  away, 

His  mitre  and  his  vest, 
When  God's  own  Son  comes  down  to  be 

The  off 'ring  and  the  priest. 

He  took  our  mortal  flesh  to  show 

The  wonders  of  his  love ; 
For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 

And  pleads  for  us  above. 

PSALM  9—6  times  8.— [Bladen. 

In  Jordan's  tide  the  Baptist  stands, 
Immersing  the  repenting  Jews  ; 

The  Son  of  God  the  rite  demands, 
Nor  dares  the  holy  man  refuse : 

Jesus  descends  beneath  the  wave, 

The  emblem  of  his  future  grave  ! 

But,  lo  !  from  yonder  op'ning  skies, 
What  beams  of  dazzling  glory  spread  ! 

Dove-like  the  Holy  Spirit  flies, 

And  lights  on  the  Redeemer's  head  : 

Amaz'd  they  see  the  power  divine 

Around  the  Saviour's  temples  shine. 

Then  does  the  Father  loud  proclaim, 
In  audience  of  the  wond'ring  crowd ; 

Attend,  all  nations  ;  hear  the  name 
His  Father  gave  :  he  spoke  aloud  : 

This  is  my  well-beloved  Son ! 

I  see  well  pleas'd  what  he  has  done ! 


PSALMS.  19 

PSALM  10— C.  M.—lFisgah. 

The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined, 

Have  seen  a  glorious  light ; 
The  people  dwell  in  day,  who  dwelt 

In  death's  surrounding  night. 

To  hail  thy  rise,  thou  better  Sun  ! 

The  gath'ring  nations  come, 
foyous,  as  when  the  reapers  bear 

The  harvest  treasures  home. 

To  us  a  child  of  hope  is  born, 

To  us  a  Son  is  giv'n  ! 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey — 

Him,  all  the  hosts  of  heav'n. 

His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

For  evermore  ador'd, 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 

The  great  and  mighty  Lord. 

His  power  increasing,  still  shall  spread — 
His  reign  no  end  shall  know — 

Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 
And  peace  abound  below. 

PSALM  11— L.  M.— [Weston. 

Behold  the  well  of  life  appears, 
Sought  for  by  men  four  thousand  years  ! 
Tell  all  mankind — let  ev'ry  gale 
Bear  round  the  earth  the  pleasing  tale 


20  PSALMS. 

Bid  each  diseased  soul  come  here ; 
You  lame,  you  blind,  you  sick,  draw  near  ! 
Behold,  this  true  medic'nal  stream 
Heals  maladies  of  ev'ry  name  ! 

The  blind  rejoice  to  see  the  sun, 
The  lame  lay  by  their  crutch  and  run ; 
Hark  !  from  the  dumb  man's  loosen'd  tongue 
Breaks  forth  the  raptur'd,  grateful  song  1 

The  deaf  too  taste,  and  wond'ring  hear, 
The  joyful  sound  salutes  their  ear  ; 
The  feeble  drink  the  healing  stream, 
And  vigor  shoots  through  all  their  frame. 

This  stream  shall  all  our  wants  supply  ; 
Impoverish'd  souls,  why  should  you  die  ! 
The  Spirit  says,  'Whoever  will, 
May  hither  come  and  drink  his  fill.' 

Let  the  glad  tidings  reach  the  dead  ; 
This  river  runs  through  death's  dark  shade  : 
"Where'er  it  comes,  this  living  spring 
Gives  life  and  health  to  every  thing. 

You  thirsty  souls,  no  more  complain  ; 
Our  God  has  smote  the  rock  again ; 
At  Calvary  the  stream  ran  down 
From  the  pierc'd  side  of  God's  own  Son! 


PSALMS.  21 

While  through  life's  barren  waste  we  stray, 
This  stream  shall  follow  all  the  way ! 
Best  flowers  shall  spring  where'er  it  flows, 
And  deserts  blossom  as  the  rose ! 

What  though  the  desert's  heat  annoy, 
These  waters  still  renew  our  joy ; 
And  while  we  drink  this  cheering  spring, 
Upon  its  banks  we  sit  and  sing. 

PSALM  12— C.  M.— [Pleasant  Hill. 

THE  TRANSFIGURATION. 

On  Tabor's  top  the  Saviour  stood 
With  Peter,  James,  and  John ; 

And  while  he  talk'd  of  Calv'ry  there, 
His  face  resplendent  shone. 

While  on  his  sufF 'rings  he  convers'd, 

And  spoke  of  griefs  to  come, 
His  countenance  assum'd  a  light 

Much  brighter  than  the  sun. 

In  dazzling  brightness  all  array'd 

Jesus  transfigur'd  stands, 
From  heav'n  descends  the  man  who  ga  e 

To  Israel  God's  commands. 

Elijah,  too,  of  burning  zeal, 

Who  did  that  law  restore, 
Appear'd  with  Moses  on  this  mount 

And  talk'd  his  surT'rings  o'er. 


•22  PSALMS. 

Transported  with  this  glorious  scene, 

The  witnesses  exclaim, 
Tis  good,  Lord,  with  such  guests  to  dwell 

Here  let  us  still  remain. 

Three  tents  with  joyful  hands  we'll  raise, 

And  place  them  side  by  side, 
For  these  celestials,  and  for  thee, 

And  here  let  us  abide. 

While  thus  they  spoke,  a  cloud  descends 
And  takes  them  from  their  sight ; 

But  Jesus  yet  remains  with  them, 
The  Father's  chief  delight. 

This  is  my  Son,  his  voice  declares, 

Hear  him  in  all  he  says, 
Not  Moses  nor  Elijah  now 

Shall  guide  you  in  my  ways. 

With  joy  this  more  illustrious  guide 

Henceforth  we'll  still  obey, 
Till  we  behold  the  glorious  light 

Of  an  eternal  day. 

PSALM  13— L.  M.— [Venango. 
Christ's  entry  into  Jerusalem. 

Awake,  O  Zion's  daughter  !  rise 
Shake  ofT  your  dust,  no  more  repine ; 
Let  gladness  sparkle  in  your  eyes, 
In  all  your  fairest  garments  shine  ! 


PSALMS.  33 


Behold  your  King,  expected  long, 
In  humble  pomp  at  length  appears 
Amidst  yon  praising  infant  throng 
His  meek  majestic  head  he  rears. 

No  fiery  steed  he  rides  :  he  sways 
No  tinsel  rod  of  earthly  reign ; 
A  colt,  ne'er  us'd  till  now,  conveys 
To  you  your  lowly  Prince  divine. 


Here's  no  vain  crowd,  no  gaudy  show; 
Babes  taught  of  Heav'n  resound  his  praise; 
His  path  the  Galileans  strow 
With  branches  of  triumphant  peace. 

The  blind  and  lame,  by  him  reliev'd, 
His  saving  light  and  strength  proclaim  , 
His  foes  with  shame  and  spite  are  gitev'd; 
To  see  his  works  and  hear  his  fame. 


Hosanna  !  thronging  myriads  shout, 
Jehovah  brings  salvation  nigh  ! 
Hosanna  !  ev'ry  babe  cries  out, 
Jehovah,  send  prosperity  ! 

To  him,  who,  in  Jehovah's  name, 
Draws  nigh  to  save,  all  praise  belongs; 
Peace  reigns  in  heav'n,  with  ev'ry  beam 
Of  glory  in  the  highest  ones. 


24  PSALMS. 

Salvation  sing  to  David's  Son  ! 
All  blessings  sing  to  Israel's  King! 
His  kingdom  blessed  be  alone, 
And  bless'd  the  people  of  his  reign. 

In  all  the  earth  how  worthy  is, 
O  Lord  our  God,  thy  glorious  name  ! 
From  infant  lips  thou  perfect'st  praise, 
Thy  strength,  to  put  thy  foes  to  shame! 

PSALM  14—L.  M.— [JTe/&. 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  God's  Son,  his  chief  delight, 
And  he  betray'd  was  to  his  foes. 

Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 
He  took  the  bread,  and  bless'd  and  broke; 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spoke ! 

This  is  my  body  broke  for  sin  : 
Receive,  and  eat  the  living  food  : 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  bless'd  the  wine— 
'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood. 

Do  this,  he  said,  till  time  shall  end, 
In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend ; 
Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 
The  love  of  your  departed  Lord, 


PSALMS.  2! 

Jesus,  thy  love  we  celebrate, 
We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name, 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb  ! 

PSALM  15— L.  M,—[Ruckbridge. 

'Twas  on  that  night  when  doom'd  to  know 
The  eager  rage  of  ev'ry  foe, 
That  night  in  which  he  was  betray'd, 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  took  bread  ; 

And,  after  thanks  and  glory  giv'n 
To  Him  that  rules  in  earth  and  heav'n, 
That  symbol  of  his  flesh  he  broke, 
And  thus  to  all  his  foll'wers  spoke  : 

My  broken  body  thus  I  give 

To  you,  my  friends ;  take,  eat,  and  live; 

And  oft  the  sacred  feast  renew, 

That  brings  my  wondrous  love  to  view. 

Then  in  his  hands  the  cup  he  rais'd, 
And  God  anew  he  thank'd  and  prais'd; 
While  kindness  in  his  bosom  glow'd, 
And  from  his  lips  salvation  flow'd. 

My  blood  I  thus  pour  forth,  he  cries, 
To  cleanse  the  soul  in  sin  that  lies ; 
In  this  the  covenant  is  seal'd, 
And  Heav'n's  eternal  ^race  reveal'd. 


20  PSALMS. 

This  cup  is  fraught  with  love  to  men ; 
Let  all  partake  who  love  my  name ; 
Through  latest  ages  let  it  pour 
In  mem'ry  of  my  dying  hour. 

PSALM  16— L.  M._ [Bourbon. 

Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
The  sorrows  of  our  dying  Lord, 
When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forsaken  by  his  God. 

The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 
And  shook  their  heads  and  laugh'd  in  scorn 
'  He  rescu'd  others  from  the  grave, 
Now  let  him  try  himself  to  save. 

4  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
God  was  his  Father  and  his  Friend; 
If  God  the  blessed  lov'd  him  so, 
Why  does  he  fail  to  help  him  now  V 

O !  savage  people !  cruel  priests  ! 

How  they  stood  round  like  raging  beasts  ! 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power! 

They  wTound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet ; 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 
And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 


PSALMS.  -27 

But  God  his  Father  heard  his  cry ; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high ; 
The  nations  learn  his  righteousness, 
And  humble  sinners  taste  his  grace. 

PSALM  17— L.  M.— [Gilgah 

Behold  the  blind  their  sight  receive! 
Behold  the  dead  awake  and  live ! 
The  dumb  speak  wonders,  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name ! 

Thus  doth  the  Holy  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Son ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

He  dies  :  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  stood ; 
He  rises  by  the  power  of  God  : 
Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die ! 

Hence  and  forever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart; 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 

PSALM  18— C.  M.—lSuffield. 

As  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
And  groan'd,  and  bled,  and  died, 

He  look'd  with  pity  on  a  wretch 
That  languished  by  his  side. 


28  PSALMS. 

The  dying  thief  in  Jesus  saw 

A  majesty  divine ; 
While  scoffing  Jews  around  him  stood, 

And  ask'd  him  for  a  sign ! 

The  kingdom,  Lord,  is  thine,  he  said ; 

'Tis  thine  o'er  men  to  reign  : 
Thy  wondrous  works  thy  lordship  prove ; 

These  pains  thy  love  proclaim : 

Honors  divine  await  thee  soon, 

A  sceptre  and  a  crown ; 
With  shame  thy  foes  shall  yet  behold 

Thee  seated  on  a  throne. 

Then,  gracious  Lord,  remember  me! 

Is  not  forgiveness  thine  \ 
My  crimes  have  brought  me  to  thy  side— 

Thy  love  brought  thee  to  mine  ! 

His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 

And  instantly  replies, 
To-day  your  parting  soul  shall  be 

With  me  in  Paradise. 

PSALM  19— C.  M.— [Piety. 

We  sing  the  Saviour's  wondrous  death — 

He  conquer'd  when  he  fell; 
'Tis  finish'd,  said  his  dying  breath, 

And  shook  the  gates  of  hell. 


PSALMS.  29 

'Tis  finish'd,  our  Immanuel  cries, 

The  dreadful  work  is  done  ; 
Hence  shall  his  sov'reign  throne  arise, 

His  kingdom  is  begun. 


His  cross  a  sure  foundation  laid 

For  glory  and  renown, 
When  through  the  regions  of  the  dead 

He  pass'd  to  reach  the  crown. 


Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

His  praises  to  record  ; 
K  Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 
To  your  victorious  Lord. 


Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings, 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise  ; 
Let  heav'n  and  all  created  things 

Sound  our  Immanuel's  praise  ! 

PSALM  20— 8's,  7's,  4's [Bonie. 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary; 

'See  !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky T 

It  is  finish'd ! 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 


30  PSALMS. 

It  is  finish'd  !     O  what  pleasure 
Do  these  precious  words  afford  ! 

Heav'nly  pleasures  without  measure 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord  ; 

It  is  finish'd  ! 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

Finish'd  all  the  types  and  shadows 
Of  the  once  unfinish'd  law  ! 

Finish'd  all  that  God  had  promis'd, 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe : 

It  is  finish'd  ! 
Saints,  from  this  your  comfort  draw. 

Tune  your  harps  anew,  you  seraphs, 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme; 

All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name : 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  hleeding  Lamb  ! 

PSALM  21— L.  M.— [Venango. 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies ! 
Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies, 
A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree; 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men ! 
But,  lo !  what  sudden  joys  we  see ! 
Jesus  the  dead  revives  again ' 


PSALMS.  31 

The  rising  Lord  forsakes  the  tomb  ! 
(The  tomb  in  vain  forbids  his  rise !) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  his  welcome  to  the  skies  ! 

Break  off  your  tears,  you  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  deliv'rer  reigns ; 
Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster  Death  in  chains 

Say,  'Live  forever,  wondrous  King! 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save!' 
Then  ask  the  monster,  'Where's  thy  sting 
And  where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  V 

PSALM  22— L.  M— {Supplication. 

When  we  the  sacred  grave  survey, 
In  which  the  Saviour  deign'd  to  lie, 
We  see  fulfill'd  what  Prophets  say, 
And  all  the  pow'r  of  death  defy. 

This  empty  tomb  shall  now  proclaim 
How  weak  the  bands  of  conquer'd  death; 
Sure  pledge  that  all  who  trust  his  name 
Shall  rise  and  draw  immortal  breath. 

Our  surety  freed  declares  us  free, 
For  whose  offences  he  was  seiz'd  : 
In  his  release  our  own  we  see, 
.And  joy  to  see  Jehovah  pleas'd. 


32  PSALMS. 

Jesus,  once  number'd  with  the  dead, 
Unseals  his  eyes  to  sleep  no  more : 
And  ever  lives  their  cause  to  plead, 
For  whom  the  pains  of  death  he  bore. 

Then,  though  in  dust  we  lay  our  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
Our  flesh  forever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  thy  children  in'the  grave! 

PSALM  23— 8's.— [Greenfield's. 

The  angels  that  watch'd  round  the  tomb 
Where  low  the  Redeemer  was  laid. 

When  deep  in  mortality's  gloom 
He  hid  for  a  season  his  head ; 

That  veil'd  their  fair  face  while  he  slept, 
And  ceas'd  their  sweet  harps  to  employ, 

Have  witnessed  his  rising,  and  swept 
The  chords  with  the  triumphs  of  joy. 

You  saints,  who  once  languish' d  below, 
But  long  since  have  enter'd  your  rest, 

I  pant  to  be  glorified  too, 

To  lean  on  Immanuel's  breast : 

The  grave  in  which  Jesus  was  laid 
Has  buried  my  guilt  and  my  fears; 

And  while  I  contemplate  its  shade, 
The  light  of  his  presence  appears. 


PSALMS.  33 

O  sweet  Is  the  season  of  rest, 

When  life's  weary  journey  is  doneN. 

The  blush  that  spreads  over  its  west, 
The  last  lingering  ray  of  its  sun ! 

Though  dreary  the  empire  of  night, 
I  soon  shall  emerge  from  its  gloom, 

And  see  immortality's  light 

Arise  on  the  shades  of  the  tomb. 

Then  welcome  the  last  rending  sighs, 

When  these  aching  heartstrings  shall  break; 

When  death  shall  extinguish  these  eyes, 
And  moisten  with  dew  the  pale  cheek! 

No  terror  the  prospect  begets, 

I  am  not  mortality's  slave, 
The  sunbeam  of  life  as  it  sets 

Leaves  a  halo  of  peace  on  the  grave. 


PSALM  24— 6's,  4's.— [New  Wales. 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose  : 
The  Saviour  left  the  dead, 
And  o'er  his  hellish  foes 
High  rais'd  his  conqu'ring  head  : 
In  wild  dismay, 

The  guards  around 
Fall  to  the  ground, 
And  sink  away. 

3 


•M  PSALMS. 

Lo !  the  angelic  bands 
JK  lull  assembly  meet, 
To  wait  his  high  commands, 
And  worship  at  his  feet : 
Joyful  they  come, 

And  wing  their  way 
From  realms  of  day 
To  Jesus'  tomb. 

Then  back  to  heav'n  they  fly, 
The  joyful  news  to  bear  ; 
Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 
What  music  fills  the  air : 
Their  anthems  say, 
Jesus  who  bled 
Has  left  the  dead — 
He  rose  to-day! 

You  mortals,  catch  the  sound, 
Redeem'd  by  him  from  hell, 
And  send  the  echo  round 
The  globe  on  which  you  dwell  j 
Transported  cry, 
Jesus  who  bled 
Has  left  the  dead, 
No  more  to  die  ! 

All  hail !  triumphant  Lord, 
Who  sav'd  us  by  thy  blood ; 
Wide  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
Thou  reigning  Son  of  God  ! 


PSALMS.  35 

With  thee  we  rise, 

\^ith  thee  we  reign, 

And  kingdoms  gain 
Beyond  the  skies. 

PSALM  25—  7's.— \Btnevento. 

Christ  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day  ! 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say ; 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  ; 
Sing,  you  heav'ns,  and  earth  reply  ! 

Love's  redeeming  work  is  done — 
Fought  the  fight — the  battle  won — 
Lo  !  the  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er; 
Lo !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell : 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise; 
Christ  has  open'd  Paradise. 

Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ! 
Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save — 
Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  1 

Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led, 
Foll'wing  our  exalted  Head  ; 
Made  like  Him,  like  Him  we  rise — 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 


ac  PSALMS. 

What  though  once  we  perish'd  all, 
Partners  of  our  parents'  fall, 
Better  life  we  now  receive — 
In  our  heav'nly  Adam  live. 

Hail,  thou  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n  ! 
Praise  to  thee  by  both  be  giv'n ; 
Thee  we  greet,  triumphant  now — 
Hail !  the  resurrection  Thou. 


PSALM  2G— C.  M.—[Ninety-Jifth. 

The  Saviour  ris'n  to-day  we  praise, 

In  concert  with  the  blest; 
For  now  we  see  his  work  complete, 

And  enter  into  rest. 

On  this  first  day  a  brighter  scene 

Of  glory  was  display'd 
By  the  Creating  Word,  than  when 

The  universe  was  made. 

He  rises  who  mankind  has  bought 

With  grief  and  pain  extreme  : 
'Twas  great  to  speak  the  world  from  naught, 

'Twas  greater  to  redeem. 

How  vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ! 

Naught  can  forbid  his  rise  : 
Tis  he  who  shuts  the  gates  of  hell, 

And  opens  Paradise. 


PSALMS.  3? 


Let  us  his  righteousness  disclose; 

His  death  and  rising  show  ; 
Till  he  return  to  banish  woes, 

And  bless  his  saints  below. 


PSALM  27— Vs.— [Greenfields. 

Behold,  the  bright  morning  appears, 
And  Jesus  revives  from  the  grave ; 

His  rising  removes  all  our  fears, 
And  shows  him  almighty  to  save. 

How  strong  were  his  tears  and  his  cries ! 

The  worth  of  his  blood  how  divine  ! 
How  perfect  is  his  sacrifice, 

Who  rose,  though  he  suffered  for  sin. 

The  man  that  was  crowned  with  thorns, 
The  man  that  on  Calvary  died, 

The  man  that  bore  scourging  and  scorns, 
Whom  sinners  agreed  to  deride — 

Now  blessed  forever  is  made, 
And  life  has  rewarded  his  pain  ; 

Now  glory  has  crowned  his  head ; 

Heav'n  sings  of  the  Lamb  that  was  slain. 

Believing,  we  share  in  his  joy  ; 

By  faith  we  partake  in  his  rest; 
With  this  we  can  cheerfully  die, 

For  with  him  we  hope  to  be  blest. 


38  PSALMS. 

We  wait  for  his  coming  again, 
To  raise  us  to  honour  and  fame ; 

This  glory  his  saints  shall  obtain; 
His  foes  shall  be  clothed  with  shame. 

PSALM  28— C.  M.— {Communion. 

This  is  the  day  the  first  ripe  sheaf 

Before  the  Lord  was  wav'd, 
And  Christ,  first-fruits  of  them  that  slept, 

Was  from  the  dead  receiv'd. 

He  rose  for  them  for  whom  he  died, 

That,  like  to  him,  they  may 
Rise  when  he  comes,  in  glory  great, 

That  ne'er  shall  pass  away. 

This  is  the  day  the  Spirit  came 

With  us  on  earth  to  stay — 
A  comforter,  to  fill  our  hearts 

With  joys  that  ne'er  decay. 

His  comforts  are  the  earnest  sure 

Of  that  same  heav'nly  rest 
Which  Jesus  enter'd  on,  when  he 

Was  made  forever  blest. 

This  day  the  Christian  church  began, 
Form'd  by  his  wondrous  grace ; 

This  day  the  saints  in  concord  meet, 
To  join  in  prayer  and  praise. 


PSALMS.  39 

To  nourish  faith,  and  hope,  and  lore, 

His  death  they  do  show  forth, 
His  resurrection  they  record, 

And  glory  in  his  worth. 

This  joyful  day  let  us  observe ; 

Redemption's  work  is  done  ; 
The  Jewish  Sabbaths  are  no  more ; 

The  earthly  rest  is  gone. 

To  heaven's  rest  we'll  follow  Him, 
(His  death  has  pav'd  the  way,) 

And  there  in  nobler  anthems  sing 
The  glad  redemption  day. 

PSALM  29— L.  M.— [Sylvan-stream. 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay — 
Lift  up  your  heads,  you  heav'nly  gates ! 
You  everlasting  doors,  give  way  ! 

Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene; 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right- 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 


<W  PSALMS. 

Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ? — Who? 
The  Lord,  who  all  his  foes  o'ercame ; 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqu'ror's  name. 

Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  you  heavenly  gates 
You  everlasting  doors,  give  way  ! 

Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ? — Who  ? 
The  Lord  of  boundless  might  possess'd, 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
Lord  over  all,  forever  blest ! 


PSALM  30— C.  M.— [Celesta. 

Beyond  the  glitt'ring  starry  sky, 
Which  God's  right  hand  sustains, 

There,  in  the  boundless  world  of  light, 
Our  great  Redeemer  reigns. 

Legions  of  angels,  strong  and  fair, 

In  countless  armies  shine 
At  his  right  hand,  with  golden  harps, 

To  offer  songs  divine. 

Hail,  Prince!  they  cry, forever  hail! 

Whose  unexampled  love 
Mov'd  thee  to  quit  these  blissful  realms 

JlruJ  royalties  above ! 


PSALMS.  41 

While  from  the  sons  of  men  on  earth 

He  suffer'd  rude  disdain, 
They  threw  their  honours  at  his  feet, 

And  waited  in  his  train. 

Through  all  his  travels  here  below 

They  did  his  steps  attend; 
Oft  gaz'd,  and  wonder'd  where  at  length 

This  scene  of  love  would  end. 

They  heard  him  in  the  garden  groan, 

And  saw  his  sweat  of  blood  ; 
They  saw  his  pierced  hands  and  feet 

Nail'd  to  the  cursed  wood. 

They  saw  him  break  the  bars  of  death, 

Which  none  e'er  broke  before, 
And  rise  in  conqu'ring  majesty, 

To  stoop  to  death  no  more. 

They  brought  his  chariot  from  above, 

To  bear  him  to  his  throne; 
And  with  a  shout  exulting  cried, 

The  glorious  work  is  done  ! 

PSALM  31— L.  M [Windham. 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
When  the  belov'd  disciples  met ; 
And  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  sat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 


42  PSALMS. 

What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave ! 
The  power  to  kill — the  power  to  save 
Furnish'd  their  tongues  with  wondrous  words, 
Instead  of  shields,  and  spears,  and  swords. 

Thus  arm'd  he  sent  the  champions  forth, 
From  East  to  West,  from  South  to  North  : 
Go,  and  assert  your  Saviour's  cause — 
Go,  spread  the  mysfry  of  his  cross! 

These  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are 
To  make  our  stubborn  passions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudest  rebel  low  ! 

The  Greeks  and  Jews,  the  learn'd  and  rude, 
Are  by  these  heav'nly  arms  subdued  ; 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  loss, 
And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  cross. 


PSALM  32— L.  M.—lZion. 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run, 
His  kingdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  ev'ry  morning  sacrifice. 


PSALMS.  43 

People  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

Blessings  abound  !     Where'er  he  reigns 
The  joyful  pris'ner  bursts  his  chains, 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 
And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  bless'd. 

Where  he  displays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more  ; 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 
More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

Let  ev'ry  creature  rise  and  bring 
All  grateful  honours  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen  ! 

PSALM  33— C.  M.— [Arlington. 

Sing  to  the  Lord  a  new-made  song, 
Who  wondrous  things  has  done ; 

A'ith  his  right  hand  and  holy  arm 
The  conquest  he  has  won. 

The  Lord  has  through  th'  astonish'd  world 

Display'd  his  saving  might, 
And  madp  his  righteous  acts  appear 

In  all  the  heathen's  sight. 


44  PSALMS. 

Of  Israel's  house  his  love  and  truth 

Have  ever  mindful  been  ; 
Wide  earth's  remotest  parts  the  power 

Of  Israel's  God  have  seen. 

Let  therefore  earth's  inhabitants 

Their  cheerful  voices  raise ; 
And  all,  with  universal  joy, 

Resound  their  Maker's  praise. 

Let  the  loud  ocean  roar  her  joy, 

With  all  the  seas  contain ; 
The  earth,  and  her  inhabitants, 

Join  concert  with  the  main. 

With  joy  let  riv'lets  swell  to  streams, 

To  spreading  torrents  they ; 
And  echoing  vales  from  hill  to  hill 

Redoubled  shouts  convey  ; 

To  welcome  down  the  world's  great  Judge, 

Who  does  with  justice  come, 
And  with  impartial  equity, 

Both  to  reward  and  doom. 


HYMNS. 


HYMN  1— C.  M.—[Brailksireet. 

TO  Him  that  lov'd  the  sons  of  men, 

And  wash'd  us  in  his  blood, 
To  royal  honours  rais'd  our  heads, 

And  made  us  priests  to  God  : 

To  him  let  ev'ry  tongue  be  praise, 

And  ev'ry  heart  be  love  ; 
All  grateful  honours  paid  on  earth, 

And  nobler  songs  above. 

Behold,  on  flying  clouds  he  comes  ! 

His  saints  shall  bless  the  day; 
While  they  that  pierc'd  him  sadly  mourn 

In  anguish  and  dismay. 

Thou  art  the  First,  and  thou  the  Last ; 

Time  centres  all  in  Thee ; 
Almighty  Lord,  who  wast,  and  art, 

And  evermore  shalt  be. 

45 


46  HYMNS. 


HYMN  2— C.  M.—  INeiu-Orkans. 

Jesus,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold 

A  thousand  glories  more 
Than  the  rich  gems  and  polish'd  gold 

The  sons  of  Aaron  wore. 

They  first  their  own  burnt-ofTrings  brought 
To  purge  themselves  from  sin : 

Thy  life  was  pure,  without  a  spot, 
And  all  thy  nature  clean. 

Fresh  blood,  as  constant  as  the  day, 

Was  on  their  altar  spilt; 
But  thy  one  ofF'ring  takes  away 

Forever  all  our  guilt. 

Their  priesthood  ran  through  sev'ral  hands, 

For  mortal  was  their  race  ; 
Thy  never-changing  office  stands 

Eternal  as  thy  days. 

Once,  in  the  circuit  of  a  year, 

With  blood,  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  veil  appear'd 

Before  the  golden  throne. 

But  Christ,  with  his  own  precious  blood. 

Ascends  above  the  skies, 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  God 

Shows  his  own  saci  ifice. 


HYMNS.  47 

Jesus,  the  King  of  glory,  reigns 

On  Zion's  holy  hill; 
Looks  like  a  lamb  that  had  been  slain, 

And  wears  his  priesthood  still. 

He  ever  lives  in  heav'n  to  plead 
The  cause  which  cost  his  blood, 

And  saves  unto  the  utmost  those 
Who  by  him  come  to  God. 

HYMN  3—6  times  8.—  [Worthiness. 

Thy  worthiness  is  all  our  song, 
O  Lamb  of  God !  for  thou  wast  slain ; 
And  by  thy  blood  brought'st  us  to  God, 
Out  of  each  nation,  tribe,  and  tongue ; 
To  our  God  mad'st  us  kings  and  priests, 
And  we  shall  reign  upon  the  earth. 

Salvation  to  our  God,  who  shines 

In  face  of  Jesus  on  the  throne! 

The  only  just  and  merciful ! 

Salvation  to  the  worthy  Lamb, 

With  loud  voice  all  the  church  ascribes; 

Amen!  say  angels  round  the  throne. 

To  him  who  lov'd  us,  and  has  wash'd 
Us  from  our  sins  in  his  own  blood, 
And  who  has  made  us  kings  and  prieste 
To  his  own  Father  and  his  God, 
The  glory  and  dominion  be 
To  him  eternally.     Amen  ! 


46  HYMNS. 

HYMN  4— C.  M— St.  Martins. 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Amidst  his  Father's  throne, 
Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name, 

And  songs  before  unknown. 

Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 

And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 

Forever  on  thy  head ! 

'hou  hast  redeem'd  our  souls  with  blood, 
Hast  set  the  pris'ners  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

HYMN  5-P.  M.-[Reguest. 

O,  Jesus  !  the  glory,  the  wonder,  and  love 

Of  angels  and  glorified  spirits  above, 

And  saints  who  behold  thee  not,  yet  dearly  love, 

Rejoicing  in  hope  of  thy  glory  ! 
Thou  only  and  wholly  art  lovely  and  fair, 
Who  robb'st  not  the  Father  with  him  to  compare; 
The  Father's  own  image  glows  in  thee— shines  there 

In  visible  bodily  glory. 

Worthiness  dwells  in  thee;  excellent  dignity. 
Beauty  and  majesty  ;  glory  environs  thee: 
Power,  honor,  dominion,  and  life  rest  on  thee, 

O  thou  chiefest  amons  the  ten  thousands! 


HYMNS.  4'J 

Wherever  we  view  ihee,  new  glories  arise: 

The  man  that's  God's  fellow,  who  rides  on  the  skies, 

Made  flesh,  dwelt  among  us,  brought  God  near  our  eyes, 

In  grace  and  truth  showing  his  glory. 
Thou  spak'st  to  existence  the  heaVns  and  their  hosts, 
The  earth  and  its  fulness,  the  seas  and  their  coasts; 
Time  hangs  on  thy  word,  and  eternity  boasts 

To  crown  and  adorn  thee  with  glory. 
Worthiness  dwells  in  thee;  excellent  dignity, 
Beauty  and  majesty;  glory  environs  thee: 
Power,  honor,  dominion,  and  life  rest  on  thee, 

O  thou  chiefest  among  the  ten  thousands! 


Still  lovelier  thou,  when,  with  infant  cries, 

And  childhood,  thou  meet'st  us  in  that  dear  disguise! 

Thy  loves  past  all  knowledge,  with  raptures  surprise, 

And  ravish  our  hearts  with  thy  glory. 
In  thy  blessed  body,  on  the  cursed  tree, 
Thou  bear'st  all  our  sins,  while  thy  God  forsook  thee. 
Expiring  in  blood  for  o*ur  life;  and,  lo!  we 

Lxult  in  thy  merit  and  glory  ! 
Worthiness  dwells  irTthee;  excellent  dignity, 
Beauty  and  majesty;  glory  environs  thee, 
Power,  honor,  dominion,  and  life  r^st  on  thee, 

O  thou  chiefest  among  the  ten  thousands! 


Thy  birth  all  divine,  from  the  grave  back  again 
Brought  thee,  King  of  glory !  O  Lamb  that  was  slain ! 
First-born  from  the  dead,  crown'd  with  honor  supreme, 

Thy  throne  is  established  in  glory. 
There  reign  in  thy  glory,  whom  all  saints  adore, 
Till  under  thy  feet  thy  foes  crush'd,  be  no  more  ; 
Thy  pleasure  shall  speedily  all  things  restore, 
And  eternity  blaze  with  thy  glory. 
Worthiness  dwells  in  thee  ;  excellent  dignity, 
Beauty  and  majesty ;  glory  environs  thee : 
Power,  honor,  dominion,  and  life  rest  on  thee, 
O  thou  chiefest  among  the  ten  thousands ! 
4 


50  HYMNS. 

HYMN  6— C.  M.— [Exhortation. 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 

Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues. 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus  ! 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply, 

For  he  ivas  slain  for  us ! 

Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 

Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

Let  all  who  dwell  above  tke  sky, 

On  earth,  in  air,  and  sca$t 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glorieg^ftgh, 

And  speak  thy  endless  praise. 

The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  7— C.  M.— [Mount-pleasant. 
We  bless  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord, 

That  comes  with  truth  and' grace  ; 
Jesus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  Word 

Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways.*. 


HYMNS.  51 

We  rev'rence  our  High  Priest  above, 

Who  offer'd  up  his  blood, 
And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love 

By  pleading  with  our  God. 

We  honor  our  exalted  King; 

How  sweet  are  his  commands  ! 
He  guards  our  souls  from  hell  and  sin 

By  his  almighty  hands. 


HYMN  8— L.  M— [Gilgal. 

Hail  to  the  Prince  of  Life  and  Peace, 
Who  holds  the  keys  of  death  and  hell ! 
The  spacious  world  unseen  is  his, 
The  sov'reign  power  becomes  him  well. 

In  shame  and  torment  once  he  died ; 
But  now  he  lives  for  evermore ; 
Bow  down,  you  saints,  around  his  seat, 
And  all  you  angel  bands,  adore. 

Live,  live  forever,  glorious  Lord, 
To  crush  thy  foes  and  guard  thy  friends ; 
While  all  thy  chosen  tribes  rejoice 
That  thy  dominion  never  ends. 

Worthy  thy  hand  to  hold  the  keys, 
Guided  by  wisdom  and  by  love ; 
Worthy  to  rule  our  mortal  lives, 
And  worlds  below  and  worlds  above. 


59  HYMNS. 

When  death  thy  servants  shall  invade, 
When  powers  of  hell  thy  church  annoy, 
Controll'd  by  thee,  their  rage  shall  aid 
The  cause  they  labor  to  destroy. 

Forever  reign,  victorious  King ! 
Wide  through  the  earth  thy  name  be  known; 
And  call  our  longing  souls  to  sing 
Sublimer  anthems  near  thy  throne. 

HYMN  9— C.  M.— {Coronation. 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  alL 

Crown  him,  you  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

You  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

You  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


HYMNS.  53 

Babes,  men,  and  sires,  who  know  his  love, 

Who  feel  your  sin  and  thrall, 
Now  join  with  all  the  hosts  above, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Let  ev'ry  kindred,  ev'ry  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

O  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall  ! 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

HYMN  10— L.  M.— [Jllfreton. 

Jesus,  we  hail  thee  Israel's  King; 
And  now  to  thee  our  tribute  bring; 
Nor  do  we  fear  to  bow  to  thee — 
They  worship  God  who  worship  thee. 

Hail,  Israel's  King,  enthron'd  in  light ! 
Whose  glory  never  shone  more  bright, 
Than  when  (by  treach'rous  friends  betray'd) 
Thy  foes  insulting  homage  paid. 

Then  did  admiring  angels  see 
Divine  forbearance,  Lord,  in  thee; 
With  emphasis  pronounce  thee  good, 
And  heav'n  and  earth  contrasted  stood. 


54  HYMNS. 

An  object  of  contempt  beneath, 
And  judg'd  by  men  to  suffer  death  ; 
By  angels  own'd,  admir'd,  ador'd, 
The  great,  the  everlasting  Lord. 

Reign,  mighty  King,  forever  reign! 
Thy  cause  throughout  the  world  maintain 
Let  Israel's  King  his  triumphs  spread, 
And  crowns  of  glory  wreath  his  head  ! 

HYMN  11— L.  M.—  [Washington. 

King  Jesus,  reign  for  evermore, 
Unrivall'd  in  thy  courts  above; 
While  we,  with  all  thy  saints,  adore 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  love. 

No  other  Lord  but  thee  we'll  know. 
No  other  power  but  thine  confess  ; 
We'll  spread  thine  honours  while  below, 
And  heav'n  shall  hear  us  shout  thy  grace. 

We'll  sing  along  the  heav'nly  road 
That  leads  us  to  thy  blest  abode ; 
Till  with  the  vast  unnumber'd  throng 
We  join  in  heav'n's  triumphant  song — 

Till  with  pure  hands  and  voices  sweet, 
We  cast  our  crowns  at  Jesus'  feet, 
Ar.(i  sing  of  everlasting  love 
In  never-ending  strains  above. 


HYMNS.  55 

HYMN  12— C.  M.—lMcar. 

Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 

Our  great  High  Priest  above, 
And  celebrate  his  constant  care 

And  sympathetic  love. 
Though  rais'd  to  heav'n's  exalted  throne, 

Where  angels  bow  around, 
And  high  o'er  all  the  hosts  of  light, 

With  matchless  honours  crown'd — 
The  names  of  all  his  saints  he  bears, 

Deep  graven  on  his  heart ; 
Nor  shall  the  meanest  Christian  say 

That  he  has  lost  his  part. 

Those  characters  shall  fair  abide 

Our  everlasting  trust, 
When  gems,  and  monuments,  and  crowns 

Have  moulder'd  down  to  dust. 
So,  gracious  Saviour,  on  my  breast 

May  thy  lov'd  name  be  worn, 
A  sacred  ornament  and  guard, 

To  endless  ages  borne. 

HYMN  13— 6's,  8's— [New  Wales, 

Rejoice — the  Lord  is  King ! 

The  Prince  of  Life  adore  ; 

O  Zion  !  shout  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore. 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
With  ghidness  great  do  you  rejoice. 


56  HYMNS. 

Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns; 

His  character  is  love ; 

When  he  had  purg'd  our  sins, 

He  took  his  seat  above  : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
With  gladness  great  do  you  rejoice. 


His  kingdom  cannot  fail  ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n ; 

The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Saviour  giv'n : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
With  gladness  great  do  you  rejoice. 


He  sits  at  God's  right  hand, 
Till  all  his  foes  submit, 
And  bow  at  his  command, 
And  fall  beneath  his  feet : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
With  gladness  great  do  you  rejoice. 


He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 
Shall  death  itself  destroy, 
And  all  his  people  fill 
With  pure  celestial  joy  : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Writh  gladness  great  do  you  rejoiee. 


HYMNS.  57 

Rejoice  in  glorious  hope ; 

Jesus  the  Judge  shall  come, 

And  take  his  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice ; 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  Rejoice ! 

HYMN  14— C.  M.— IPeterborough. 

Come,  let  us  join  in  songs  of  praise 

To  our  ascended  Priest; 
He  enter'd  heav'n  with  all  our  names 

Engraven  on  his  breast. 

On  earth  he  wash'd  our  guilt  away 

By  his  atoning  blood  ; 
And  now  he  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  pleads  our  cause  with  God. 

What  though  while  here  we  oft  must  feel 

Temptation's  keenest  dart, 
Our  tender  High  Priest  feels  it  too, 

And  will  appease  the  smart. 

Cloth'd  with  our  nature  still,  he  knows 

The  weakness  of  our  frame, 
And  how  to  shield  us  from  the  foes 

Which  he  himself  o'ercame. 

Nor  time  nor  distance  e'er  shall  quench 

T!he  fervor  of  his  love ; 
For  us  he  died  in  kindness  here, 

Nor  is  less  kind  above. 


58  HYMNS. 

O  may  we  ne'er  forget  his  grace, 

Nor  blush  to  wear  his  name  ! 
Still  may  our  hearts  hold  fast  his  faith, 

Our  mouths  his  praise  proclaim  ! 

HYMN  15— C.  M.—lPisgah. 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  ! 

How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ; 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 

By  thousand  through  the  skies. 

These  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power, 

Their  motion  speaks  thy  skill ; 
And,  on  the  wings  of  ev'ry  hour, 

We  read  thy  patience  still. 

Part  of  thy  name  most  glorious  stands 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ; 
They  show  the  labors  of  thy  hands, 

The  impress  of  thy  feet. 

But  when  we  view  thy  grand  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  justice  and  compassion  join 

In  their  divinest  forms — 

Our  thoughts  are  lost  in  rev'rent  awe, 

.  We  love  and  we  adore  ; 
The  brightest  angel  never  saw 
So  much  of  God  before. 


HYMNS.  59 

Here  thy  great  name  appears  complete, 

And  thought  can  never  trace 
Which  of  the  glories  brighter  shine — 

The  justice  or  the  grace  ! 

Though  language  fails,  we  must  proclaim 

Jehovah's  wondrous  ways, 
And  through  eternity  the  same 

Shall  be  our  theme  of  praise. 

HYMN  16— L.  M [New  Sabbath. 

With  Israel's  God  who  can  compare  ? 

Or  who,  like  Israel,  happy  are] 

O  people  saved  by  the  Lord, 

He  is  our  shield  and  great  reward  ! 

Upheld  by  everlasting  arms, 

We  are  secure  from  foes  and  harms; 

In  vain  their  plots,  and  false  their  boasts — 

Our  refuge  is  the  Lord  of  hosts  ! 

HYMN  17— L.  M— \Zion. 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise: 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 

Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


60  HYMNS. 

HYMN  18— C.  M Twenty-fourth. 

Salvation  !  O,  the  joyful  sound  ! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 
A  sov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 

A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 

To  see  a  heav'nly  day. 

Salvation !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

O  happy  period  !  glorious  day  ! 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 
With  all  their  powers,  the  raptur'd  lay 

To  celebrate  thy  praise  ! 

HYMN  19— S.  M.— [Watchman. 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 

Or  wash  away  its  stain. 

But  Christ,  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 

Bears  all  our  sins  away  ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 


HYMNS.  <H 

Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 

And  sing  his  dying  love. 

HYMN  20-P.  m.-iCarmarthen. 

O  you  immortal  throng  of  angels  round  the  throne ! 
Join  with  our  feeble  song  to  make  the  Saviour  known ; 

On  earth  you  knew  his  wondrous  grace; 

In  heav'n  you  view  his  beauteous  face. 

You  saw  the  heav'nly  child  in  human  flesh  arrayrd, 
All  innocent  and  mild,  while  in  a  manger  laid; 

And  praise  to  God,  and  peace  to  earth, 

Proclaim'd  aloud,  for  such  a  birth. 

You  in  the  wilderness  beheld  the  tempter  spoil'd, 
Well  known  in  ev'ry  dress,  in  ev'ry  combat  foil'd ; 

And  joy'd  to  crown  the  Victor's  head, 

Before  his  frown  when  Satan  fled. 

Around  the  bloody  tree  you  press'd  with  strong  desire, 
That  wondrous  sight  to  see— the  Lord  of  life  expire  1 

And  could  your  eyes  have  known  a  tear, 

In  sad  surprise  had  dropp'd  it  there. 

Around  his  sacred  tomb  a  willing  watch  you  keep, 

Till  the  blest  moment  come  to  rouse  hiin  from  his  sleep; 

Then  roll'd  the  stone,  and  all  ador'd, 

With  joy  unknown,  our  rising  Lord. 

When,  all  array'd  in  light,  the  shining  Conq'ror  rode. 

You  hail'd  his  rapt'rous  flight  up  to  the  throne  of  God ; 
Your  golden  wings  you  wav'd  around, 
And  struck  your  strings  of  sweetest  sound. 

The  warbling  notes  pursue,  and  louder  anthems  raise, 
While  mortals  sing  with  you  their  own  Redeemer's  praise ; 

And  you,  my  heart,  with  equal  flame, 

Perform  your  part  wilh  joy  the  same. 


62  HYMNS. 

HYMN  21— C.  M.— [Pisgah. 
Infinite  excellence  is  thine, 

Thou  lovely  Prince  of  Grace ! 
Thy  uncreated  beauties  shine 

With  never-fading  rays. 

Sinners  from  earth's  remotest  end 

Come  bending  at  thy  feet ; 
To  thee  their  prayers  and  praise  ascend — 

In  thee  their  wishes  meet. 

Thy  name,  as  precious  ointment  shed, 

Delights  the  church  around ; 
Sweetly  the  sacred  odors  spread, 

And  purest  joys  abound. 

Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  thy  exhaustless  store  ; 
From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 

And  still  thou  givest  more. 

Thou  art  their  triumph  and  their  joy ; 

They  find  their  all  in  thee : 
Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ 

Through  all  eternity. 

HYMN  22— C.  M— [Exhortation. 

Come,  you  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 

And  joy  to  make  it  known, 
The  Sov'reign  of  your  heart  proclaim, 

And  bow  before  his  throne. 


HYMNS.  63 

Behold  your  King-,  your  Saviour,  crowuM 

With  glories  all  divine ; 
And  tell  the  wond'ring  nations  round 

How  bright  these  glories  shine. 

Infinite  power  and  boundless  grace 

In  him  unite  their  rays; 
You  that  have  seen  his  lovely  face 

Can  you  forbear  his  praise  1 

When  in  the  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  beauties  of  our  King, 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 

And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

A.nd  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain? 

Lord,  teach  our  songs  to  rise ! 
Thy  love  can  animate  our  strain, 

And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 

O,  happy  period  !  glorious  day  ! 

WThen  heav'n  and  earth  shall  raise, 
With  all  their  powers,  the  raptur'd  lay, 

To  celebrate  thy  praise. 

HYMN  23— 8's.— [Greenfields. 

This  Lord  is  the  Lord  we  adore, 
Our  faithful,  unchangeable  friend, 

Whose  love  is  as  large  as  his  power, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end. 


64  HYMNS. 

'Tis  Jesus,  the  First  and  the  Last, 

Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home; 

We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 


HYMN  24— L.  M.— [Windham. 

Exalted  Prince  of  Life,  we  own 
The  royal  honors  of  thy  throne ; 
'Tis  fix'd  by  God's  almighty  hand, 
And  seraphs  bow  at  thy  command. 

Exalted  Saviour,  we  confess 
The  mighty  triumphs  of  thy  grace ; 
Where  beams  of  gentle  radiance  shine, 
And  temper  majesty  divine. 

Wide  thy  resistless  sceptre  sway, 
Till  all  thine  enemies  obey; 
Wide  let  thy  cross  its  virtues  prove, 
And  conquer  millions  by  its  love  ! 


HYMN  25— P.  M.— [Heavenly  Union. 

Rejoice,  O  Earth  !  the  Lord  is  King  I 
To  him  yourhumble  tribute  bring; 
Let  Jacob  rise,  and  Zion  sing, 
And  all  the  world  with  praises  ring, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 


HYMNS.  C5 

O  may  the  saints  of  ev'ry  name 
Unite  to  serve  the  bleeding-  Lamb ! 
May  jars  and  discords  cease  to  flame, 
And  all  the  Saviour's  love  proclaim, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory! 

We  long  to  see  the  Christians  join 
In  union  sweet  and  love  divine, 
And  glory  through  the  churches  shine, 
And  Gentiles  crowding  to  the  sign, 
To  give  to  Jesus  glory  ! 

O  may  the  distant  lands  rejoice, 
And  sinners  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 
While  praise  their  happy  tongues  employs, 
And  all  obtain  immortal  joys, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

A  few  more  days  of  pain  and  wo, 
A  few  more  sufF'rings  here  below, 
And  then  to  glory  we  shall  go, 
Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

Then  we  shall  part  and  weep  no  more, 
When  we  have  met  on  Canaan's  shore, 
For  Zion's  warfare  now  is  o'er ; 
such  shouts  were  never  heard  before, 
And  there  we'll  give  him  glory 


HYMNS. 


'd  away, 


Then  tears  bhall  all  be  wip'd 
And  Christians  never  go  astray; 
When  we  are  freed  from  cumbrous  clay, 
We'll  praise  the  Lord  in  endless  day, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 


HYMN  26— ll's.— [Bower  of  Prayer. 


O  Jesus,  the  giver  of  all  we  enjoy  ! 
Our  lives  to  thy  honor  we  wish  to  employ  ; 
With  praises  unceasing  we'll  sing  of  thy  name! 
Thy  goodness  increasing,  thy  love  we'll  proclaim. 

Willi  joy  we  remember  the  dawn  of  that  day, 
When  cold  as  December  in  darkness  we  lay ; 
The  sweet  invitation  we  heard  with  surprise, 
And  witness'd  salvation  to  flow  from  the  skies. 


The  wonderful  name  of  our  Jesus  we'll  sing, 
And  publish  the  fame  of  our  Captain  and  King ; 
With  sweet  exultation  his  goodness  we  prove; 
His  u;tnie  is  Salvation— Ins  nature  is  Love. 


We  now  are  enlisted  in  Jesus'  bless'd  cause, 
Divinely  assisted  to  conquer  our  foes; 
His  grace  will  support  us  till  conflicts  are  o'er, 
He  then  will  escort  us  to  Zion's  bright  shore. 

And  when  to  the  regions  of  glory  we  rise, 

And  join  the  bright  legions  that  shout  through  the  skies, 

We'll  tell  the  glad  story  of  Jesus'  kind  grace, 

And  give  him  the  glory,  and  honor,  and  praise. 

In  this  blest  employment  our  spirits  shall  rest, 
In  sweetest  enjoyment  on  Jesus'  own  breast ; 
We'll  drink  of  the  streams  of  Immanuel's  love, 
And  bask  in  the  be^ms  of  his  glory  above. 


HYMNS.  67 


HYMN  27— S.  U.—lSilverstreet. 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs 

To  tell  of  vict'ry  won  ; 
Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 

Celestial  grace  has  done. 

»Sing  how  Eternal  Love 

His  Chief  Beloved  chose, 
And  bade  him  raise  our  wretched  race 

From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow ; 

No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

He  shows  his  Father's  love, 
To  raise  our  souls  on  high; 

He  came  with  pardons  from  above 
For  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 
Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease ; 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offer'd  peace. 

Lord,  we  obey  thy  call, 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought. 

And  love  and  praise  thy  name, 


G5  HYMNS. 

HYMN  28— C.  M.— [New-Orleans. 

O  Thou  to  whom  all  creatures  bow 

Upon  this  earthly  frame  ! 
Through  all  the  world  how  great  art  thou  ! 

How  glorious  is  thy  name ! 

In  heav'n  thy  wondrous  acts  are  sung, 

Nor  fully  reckon'd  there ; 
And  yet  thou  mak'st  the  infant  tongue 

Thy  boundless  praise  declare. 

Through  thee  the  weak  confound  the  strong, 

And  crush  their  haughty  foes ; 
And  so  thou  quell'st  the  wicked  throng 

That  thee  and  thine  oppose. 

When  heav'n,  thy  beauteous  work  on  high, 

Employs  my  wondrous  sight; 
The  moon  that  nightly  rules  the  sky, 

With  stars  of  feebler  light — 

What's  man,  say  I,  that,  Lord,  thou  lov'st 

To  keep  him  in  thy  mind  1 
Or  what  his  offspring,  that  thou  prov'st 

To  them  so  wondrous  kind  ] 

Him  next  in  power  thou  didst  create 

To  thy  celestial  train ; 
Ordain'd  with  dignity  and  state, 

O'er  all  thy  works  to  reign. 


HYMNS.  6 

They  jointly  own  his  powerful  sway; 

The  beasts  that  prey  or  graze, 
The  bird  that  wings  its  airy  way, 

The  fish  that  cuts  the  seas. 

O  Thou  to  whom  all  creatures  bow 

Upon  this  earthly  frame! 
Through  all  the  world  how  great  art  thou  ' 

How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 

HYMN  29— L.  M.—  [AIfreton. 

No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 
My  firm  affection,  Lord,  to  thee ; 
For  thou  hast  always  been  my  rock, 
A  fortress  and  defence  to  me. 

Thou  my  deliv'rer  art,  my  God ; 
My  trust  is  in  thy  mighty  power ; 
Thou  art  my  shield  from  foes  abroad — 
At  home  my  safeguard  and  my  tower. 

To  thee  I  will  address  my  prayer, 
To  whom  all  praise  we  justly  owe; 
So  shall  I,  by  thy  watchful  care, 
Be  guarded  from  my  treach'rous  foe. 

HYMN  30— L.  M.— [Truro. 

O  Lord  !  thy  mercy,  my  sure  hope, 
Above  the  heav'nly  orbs  ascends  ; 
Thy  sacred  truth's  unmeasur'd  scope 
Beyond  the  spreading  sky  extends. 


70  HYMNS. 

Thy  justice  like  the  hills  remains; 
Unfathom'd  depths  thy  judgments  are ; 
Thy  providence  the  world  sustains  ; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  care. 

Since  of  thy  goodness  all  partake, 
With  what  assurance  should  the  just 
Thy  shelt'ring  wings  their  refuge  make, 
And  saints  to  thy  protection  trust. 

Such  guests  shall  to  thy  courts  be  led, 
To  banquet  on  thy  love's  repast; 
And  drink,  as  from  a  fountain's  head, 
Of  joys  that  shall  forever  last. 

With  thee  the  springs  of  life  remain ; 
Thy  presence  is  eternal  day  : 
O  let  thy  saints  thy  favor  gain, 
And  upright  hearts  thy  truth  display ! 

HYMN  31— L.  M.—lPiksgrove. 

With  glory  clad,  with  strength  array'd, 
The  Lord  that  o'er  all  nature  reigns, 
The  world's  foundation  strongly  laid, 
And  the  vast  fabric  still  sustains. 

How  surely  'stablish'd  is  thy  throne, 
Which  shall  no  change  nor  period  see; 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  and  thou  alone, 
Art  God  from  all  eternity. 


HYMNS.  71 

The  floods,  0  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice, 
And  toss  their  troubled  waves  on  high ; 
But  God  above  can  still  their  noise, 
And  make  the  angry  sea  comply. 

Thy  promise,  Lord,  is  ever  sure  ; 
And  they  that  in  thy  house  would  dwell, 
That  happy  station  to  secure, 
Must  still  in  holiness  excel. 

HYMN  32— L.  M.— [New  Sabbath. 

O  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 
Whose  mercy  firm  through  ages  past 
Has  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 

Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  express, 
Not  only  vast,  but  numberless  ! 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise  ! 

Happy  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  from  thy  judgments  never  stray  ; 
Who  know  what's  right ;  nor  only  so, 
But  always  practise  what  they  know, 

HYMN  33— L.  M.— [Gilgal. 

Praise  you  the  Lord  !     Our  God  to  praiie 
My  soul  her  utmost  power  shall  raise ; 
With  private  friends,  and  in  the  throng 
Of  saints,  his  praise  shall  be  my  son  jr. 


72  HYMNS. 

His  works  for  greatness  though  renown'<\ 
His  wondrous  works  with  ease  are  found 
By  those  who  seek  for  them  aright, 
And  in  the  pious  search  delight. 

His  works  are  all  of  matchless  fame, 
And  universal  glory  claim  ; 
His  truth,  confirm'd  through  ages  past, 
{Shall  to  eternal  ages  last. 

By  precepts  he  has  us  enjoin'd 

To  keep  his  wondrous  works  in  mind ; 

And  to  posterity  record 

That  good  and  gracious  is  the  Lord. 


HYMN  34— C.  M.— [Warwick. 

O  praise  the  Lord  !   and  thou,  my  soul, 

Forever  bless  his  name ; 
His  w^ondrous  love,  while  life  shall  last 

My  constant  praise  shall  claim. 

On  kings,  the  greatest  sons  of  men, 

Let  none  for  aid  rely ; 
They  cannot  save  in  dang'rous  times, 

Nor  timely  help  apply. 

Depriv'd  of  breath,  to  dust  they  turn 

And  there  neglected  lie; 
And  all  their  thoughts  and  vain  designs 

Together  with  them  die. 


HYMNS.  73 

Then  happy  he  who  Jacob's  God 

For  his  protector  takes  ;  • 
Who  still,  with  well-plac'd  hope,  the  Lord 

His  constant  refuge  makes. 

The  Lord,  who  made  both  heav'n  and  earth. 

And  all  that  they  contain, 
Will  never  quit  his  steadfast  truth, 

Nor  make  his  promise  vain. 

HYMN  35— P.  M.— [Kingwood. 

To  Him  who  did  salvation  bring, 
Wake  ev'ry  tuneful  power,  and  sing 

A  song  of  sweetest  praise  : 
His  grace  diffuses,  as  the  rains 
Crown  nature's  flow'ry  hills  and  plains, 

And  spread  a  thousand  ways. 

Salvation  is  the  noblest  song, 
O  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue, 

And  all  repeat,  Amen! 
The  Lord  will  come  from  heav'n  to  earth 
To  give  his  people  second  birth, 

And  make  them  one  again. 

W7e  feel  redemption  drawing  near; 
We  soon  in  glory  shall  appear, 

And  be  forever  bless'd  ; 
His  promise  never  can  delay, 
Our  Jesus,  on  th'  appointed  day 

Will  give  his  people  rest. 


74  HYMNS. 

By  faith  we  view  him  coming  down, 
With  angels  hov'ring  all  around; 

He  smiles  upon  his  saints : 
He  cries  aloud  in  melting  strains, 
I  come  to  save  you  from  your  pains, 

And  end  your  sore  complaints. 

The  smiling  millions  rise  and  sing, 
All  glory!  glory  to  our  King! 

The  Grand  Assize  is  come ! 
You  everlasting  doors,  fly  wide, 
The  church  is  glorious  as  a  bride, 

And  Jesus  takes  her  home. 

In  all  the  heav'ns  there's  not  a  tear, 
Nor  in  the  realms  of  bliss  a  fear, 

But  pleasures  yet  unknown  : 
From  heav'n  to  heav'n  we  sound  the  bliss, 
O  what  a  blest  abode  is  this, 

Forever  round  the  throne ! 

The  joys  of  heav'n  will  never  end; 
All  glory  to  the  Sinner's  Friend  ! 

Roll  on,  you  happy  scenes  ! 
You  winged  seraphs,  help  us  praise 
The  Author  of  eternal  joys  ! 

Our  Jesus  ever  reigns. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


NATURE. 

Prai^  the  Lord.  Praise  the  Lord  from  the  heavens ; 
praise  him  in  the  heights.  Praise  him,  all  his  angels; 
praise  him,  all  his  hosts.  Praise  him,  sun  and  moon  ; 
praise  him,  all  you  stars  of  light.  Praise  him,  you  hea- 
ven of  heavens.  Let  them  praise  the  name  of  the  Lord  ; 
for  he  commanded,  and  they  were  created.  He  has  also 
established  them  forever  and  ever:  he  has  made  a  decree 
which  they  shall  not  pass.  Praise  the  Lord  from  the 
earth,  you  dragons,  and  all  deeps ;  fire  and  hail ;  snow 
and  vapors;  stormy  wind  fulfilling  his  word;  mountains 
and  hills;  fruitful  trees,  and  all  cedars;  beasts  and  all 
cittle  ;  creeping  things  aud  flying  fowl ;  kings  of  the  earth, 
and  all  judges  of  the  earth  ;  both  young  men  and  maids  ; 
old  men  and  children.  Let  them  praise  the  name  of  the 
Lord ;  for  his  name  alone  is  excellent;  his  glory  is  above 
the  earth  and  heaven. 

[David  the  sweet  Psalmist  of  Israel.] 


SONG  1— C.  M [Edom. 

THE  Book  of  Nature  open  lies, 
With  much  instruction  stor'd  ; 
And  when  the  Lord  anoints  our  eyes, 
„  Its  pages  light  afford. 

Philosophers  have  por'd  in  vain, 
And  guess'd  from  age  to  age; 

For  reason's  eye  could  ne'er  attain 
To  understand  a  page. 

75 


76  NATURE. 

Though  to  each  star  they  give  a  name 

Its  size  and  motions  teach, 
The  truths  which  all  the  stars  prouiaim, 

Their  wisdom  cannot  reach. 


With  skill  to  measure  earth  and  sea, 

And  weigh  the  subtile  air, 
They  cannot,  Lord,  discover  thee, 

Though  present  ev'ry  where. 

The  knowledge  of  thy  saints  excels 
The  wisdom  of  the  schools ; 

To  them  his  secrets  God  reveals, 
Though  men  account  them  fools. 

To  them  the  sun  and  stars  on  high, 
The  flowers  that  paint  the  field, 

And  all  the  artless  birds  that  fly, 
Divine  instruction  yield. 

The  creatures  on  their  senses  press, 

As  witnesses  to  prove 
Their  Saviour's  power  and  faithfulness, 

His  providence  and  love 

Thus  may  we  study  Nature's  Book, 

To  make  us  wise  indeed ! 
And  pity  those  who  only  look 

At  what  they  cannot  read. 


NATURE.  77 

SONG  2— L.  M.—[Zion. 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heav'ns,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  original  proclaim. 

Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display 
And  publishes  to  ev'ry  land 
The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

Soon  as  the  ev'ning  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  list'ning  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  : 

While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole 

What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball  1 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  1 

In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice ; 
Forever  singing,  as  they  shine, 
The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine  ! 


78  NATURE. 

SONG  3— L.  M.—[Osnaburgh. 

PART  I. 

Bless  God,  my  sjuI  !     Thou,  Lord,  alone 
Possessest  empire  without  bounds ; 
With  honor  thou  art  crown'd ;  thy  throne 
Eternal  majesty  surrounds. 

With  light  thou  dost  thyself  enrobe, 
And  glory  for  a  garment  take ; 
Heav'n's  curtains  stretch  beyond  the  globe, 
Thy  canopy  of  state  to  make. 

God  builds  on  liquid  air,  and  forms 
His  palace  chambers  in  the  skies ; 
The  clouds  his  chariots  are,  and  storms 
The  swift-wing' d  steeds  with  which  he  flies 

As  bright  as  flame,  as  swift  as  wind. 
His  ministers  heav'n's  palace  fill, 
To  have  their  sundry  tasks  assign'd, 
All  proud  to  serve  their  Sov'reign's  will. 

Earth  on  her  centre  fix'd,  he  set, 
Her  face  with  waters  overspread  ; 
Nor  proudest  mountains  dar'd  as  yet 
To  lift  above  the  waves  their  head. 

But  when  thy  awful  face  appear'd, 
Th'  insulting  waves  dispers'd  ;  they  fled, 
When  once  thy  thunder's  voice  they  heard, 
And  by  their  haste  confess'd  their  dread. 


NATURE.  79 

Thence  up  by  secret  tracks  they  creep, 
And,  gushing  from  the  mountain's  side, 
Through  valleys  travel  to  the  deep, 
Appointed  to  receive  their  tide. 

There  hast  thou  fix'd  the  ocean's  bounds, 
The  threat'ning  surges  to  repel ; 
That  they  no  more  o'erpass  their  mounds, 
Nor  to  a  second  deluge  swell. 

SONG  4— L.  M— {Jblfreton. 

PART  II. 

Yet  thence  in  smaller  parties  drawn, 
The  sea  recovers  her  lost  hills  ; 
And  starting  springs  from  ev'ry  lawn 
Surprise  the  vales  with  plenteous  rills. 

The  field's  tame  beasts  are  tnither  led, 
Weary  with  labor,  faint  with  drought ; 
And  asses  on  wild  mountains  bred, 
Have  sense  to  find  these  currents  out. 

There  shady  trees  from  scorching  beams 
Yield  shelter  to  the  feather'd  throng ; 
They  drink,  and  to  the  beauteous  streams 
Return  the  tribute  of  their  song. 

His  rains  from  heav'n  parch'd  hills  recruit 
That  soon  transmit  the  liquid  store, 
Till  Earth  is  burden'd  with  her  fruit, 
And  Nature's  lap  can  hold  no  more. 


80  NATURE. 

Grass  for  our  cattle  to  devour, 
He  makes  the  growth  of  ev'ry  field ; 
Herbs  for  man's  use,  of  various  power, 
That  either  food  or  physic  yield. 

With  cluster' d  grapes  he  crowns  the  vine, 
To  cheer  man's  heart,  oppress'd  with  cares; 
Gives  oil,  that  makes  his  face  to  shine, 
And  corn,  that  wasted  strength  repairs. 

SONG  5— L.  M.— [Tmro. 

PART  III. 

The  trees  of  God,  without  the  care 
Or  art  of  man,  with  sap  are  fed  ; 
The  mountain  cedar  looks  as  fair 
As  those  in  royal  gardens  bred. 

Safe  in  the  lofty  cedar's  arms 
The  wand'rers  of  the  air  may  rest ; 
The  hospitable  pine  from  harms 
Protects  the  stork,  her  pious  guest. 

Wild  goats  the  craggy  rock  ascend, 
Its  tow'ring  heights  their  fortress  make, 
Whose  cells  in  labyrinths  extend, 
Where  feebler  creatures  refuge  take. 

The  moon's  inconstant  aspect  shows 
Th'  appointed  seasons  of  the  year ; 
Th'  instructed  sun  his  duty  knows — 
His  hour  to  rise  and  disappear. 


NATURE.  61 

Darkness  he  makes  the  earth  to  shroud, 
When  forest  beasts  securely  stray ; 
Young  lions  roar  their  wants  aloud 
To  Providence  that  sends  them  prey. 

They  range  all  night,  on  slaughter  bent, 
Till  summon'd  by  the  rising  morn 
To  skulk  in  dens,  with  one  consent, 
The  conscious  ravagers  return. 

Forth  to  the  tillage  of  his  soil 
The  husbandman  securely  goes, 
Commencing  with  the  sun  his  toil — 
With  him  returns  to  his  repose. 

How  various,  Lord,  thy  works  are  found ! 
For  which  thy  wisdom  we  adore  : 
The  earth  is  with  thy  treasure  crown'd, 
Till  Nature's  hand  can  grasp  no  more. 

SONG  6— L.  M.—[Darwent. 

PART  IV. 

But  still  the  vast  unfathom'd  main, 
Of  wonders  a  new  scene  supplies, 
Whose  depths  inhabitants  contain 
Of  ev'ry  form,  of  ev'ry  size. 

Full  freighted  ships,  from  every  port, 
There  cut  their  unmolested  way  : 
Leviathan,  whom  there  to  sport, 
Thou  mad'st,  has  compass  there  to  play. 
6 


SS  NATURE. 

These  various  troops  of  sea  and  land 
In  sense  of  common  want  agree ; 
All  wait  on  thy  dispensing  hand, 
And  have  their  daily  alms  from  thee. 

They  gather  what  thy  stores  disperse, 
Without  their  trouble  to  provide ; 
Thou  op'st  thy  hand — the  universe, 
The  craving  world,  are  all  supplied. 

Thou  for  a  moment  hid'st  thy  face — 
The  num'rous  ranks  of  creatures  mourn ; 
Thou  tak'st  their  breath — all  Nature's  race 
Forthwith  to  Mother  Earth  return. 

Again :  thou  send'st  thy  Spirit  forth 
T'  inspire  the  mass  with  vital  seed — 
Nature's  restor'd,  and  parent  Earth 
Smiles  on  her  new-created  breed. 

Thus  through  successive  ages  stands, 
Firm  fix'd,  thy  providential  care  ; 
Pleas'd  with  the  work  of  thy  own  hands, 
Thou  dost  the  waste  of  time  repair. 

One  look  of  thine,  one  wrathful  look, 
Earth's  panting  breast  with  terror  fills; 
One  touch  from  thee,  with  clouds  of  smoke 
In  darkness  shrouds  the  proudest  hills. 


NATURE.  83 

In  praising  God,  while  he  prolongs 
My  breath,  I  will  that  breath  employ ; 
And  join  devotion  to  my  songs, 
Sincere  as  in  him  is  my  joy. 

While  sinners  from  earth's  face  are  hurl'd. 
My  soul,  praise  thou  his  holy  name, 
Till  with  my  song  the  list'ning  world 
foin  concert,  and  his  praise  proclaim. 

SONG  7— 6's,4's.— [  Warsaw. 

You  boundless  realms  of  joy, 
Exalt  your  Maker's  fame  ; 
His  praise  your  songs  employ 
Above  the  starry  frame: 
You  cherubim, your  voices  raise; 
And  seraphim,  shout  loud  his  praise. 

Thou  moon,  that  rul'st  the  night, 
And  sun,  that  guid'st  the  day, 
You  glitt'ring  stars  of  light, 
To'him  your  homage  pay  : 
You  heavens  above,  his  praise  declare, 
And  clouds  that  move  in  liquid  air 

Let  them  adore  the  Lord 

And  praise  his  holy  name, 
By  whose  almighty  word 
They  all  from  nothing  came : 
From  changes  free,  you  all  shall  last ; 
His  firm  decree  stands  ever  fast. 

Let  earth  her  tribute  pay  ; 

Praise  him,  you  dreadful  whales, 
And  fish  that  through  the  sea 
Glide  swift  with  glitt'ring  scales; 
And  misty  air,  fire,  hail,  and  snow, 
And  winds  that,  where  lie  bids  them  blow. 


84  THE  BIBLE. 

By  hills  and  mountains,  all 
In  grateful  concert  join'd ; 
By  cedars  stately,  tall, 
And  trees  for  fruit  design'd ; 
By  creeping  things,  and  ev'ry  beast, 
And  fowl  of  wings,  his  name  be  blest. 


Let  all  of  royal  birth, 

With  those  of  humbler  name, 
And  judges  of  the  earth, 
His  matchless  praise  proclaim 
Let  youths  with  maids,  in  this  design, 
And  hoary  heads,  with  children  join. 


United  zeal  be  shown, 

His  wondrous  fame  to  raise, 
Whose  glorious  name  alone 
Deserves  our  endless  praise : 
His  power  obey,  earth's  utmost  ends ; 
His  glorious  sway  the  sky  transcends. 

His  chosen  saints  to  grace, 
He  sets  them  up  on  high, 
And  favors  Israel's  race, 
Who  still  to  him  are  nigh : 
Your  grateful  voice,  O  therefore  raise, 
And  still  rejoice  the  Lord  to  praise. 


THE  BIBLE. 


SONG  8— C.  M.—lCoronation. 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun  ! 
It  gives  a  light  to  ev'ry  age — 

It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 


THE  BIBLE.  85 

The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

His  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise — 

They  rise,  but  never  set. 

Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  the  world  of  darkness  shine 

With  beams  of  heav'nly  day. 

My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  paths  of  truth  and  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 

In  brighter  worlds  above. 

SONG  9— C.  M— [Canaan. 

How  precious  is  the  Book  Divine, 

By  inspiration  giv'n  ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  precepts  shine, 

To  guide  our  souls  to  heav'n. 

It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 

And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 

Of  an  eternal  da  v. 


86  THE  BIBLE. 

SONG  10— C.  M.—lNew  Durham. 

Father  of  Mercies,  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  ador'd 

For  these  celestial  lines  ! 

Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find ; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 

And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  rich  repast ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 

Invite  the  longing  taste. 

Here  springs  of  consolation  rise 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind, 
And  thirsty  souls  receive  supplies, 

And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heav'nly  peace  around  ; 

And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

O  may  those  heav'nly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 

And  still  increasing  light. 


THE  BIBLE.  '37 

Divine  Instructor!  gracious  Lord,  * 

Be  thou  forever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 

And  view  my  Saviour  there  ! 

SONG  11— L.  M.— [Pilesgrove. 

When  Israel  through  the  desert  pass'd, 
A  fiery  pillar  went  before, 
To  guide  them  through  the  dreary  waste, 
And  lessen  the  fatigues  they  bore. 

Such  is  thy  glorious  word,  O  God ! 
'Tis  for  our  light  and  guidance  giv'n 
It  sheds  a  lustre  all  abroad, 
And  points  the  path  to  bliss  and  heav'n. 

It  fills  the  soul  with  sweet  delight, 
And  quickens  our  inactive  powers  ; 
It  sets  our  wand'ring  footsteps  right ; 
Displays  thy  love,  and  kindles  ours. 

Its  promises  rejoice  our  hearts  ; 
Its  doctrine  is  divinely  true  ; 
Knowledge  and  pleasure  it  imparts; 
It  comforts  and  instructs  us  too. 

SONG   12— C.  U.—lPisgak. 

Let  Avarice  from  shore  to  shore 

Her  idol  Wealth  pursue; 
Thy  word,  O  Lord,  we  value  more 

Than  Ind'tii  or  Peru. 


SS  PROVIDENCE. 

Here  mines  of  knowledge,  love,  and  joy 

Are  open  to  our  sight ; 
The  purest  gold  without  alloy, 

And  gems  divinely  bright. 

The  counsels  of  redeeming  grace 

These  sacred  leaves  unfold, 
And  here  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 

Our  raptur'd  eyes  behold. 

Here  light  descending  from  above, 

Directs  our  doubtful  feet ; 
Here  promises  of  heavenly  love 

Oar  ardent  wishes  meet. 

Our  numerous  griefs  are  here  redress'd, 
And  all  our  wants  supplied; 

Naught  we  can  ask  to  make  us  blest 
Is  in  this  book  denied. 

For  these  inestimable  gains, 

That  so  enrich  the  mind, 
O  may  we  search  with  eager  pains, 

Assur'd  that  we  shall  find. 

PROVIDENCE. 
SONG  13— C.  M— [Warwick. 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 

His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  on  the  sea, 

And  rides  upon  the  storm. 


PROVIDENCE.  89 

Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 

And  works  his  gracious  will. 

You  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  you  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 

In  blessings  on  your  head. 

Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 

He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flow'r, 

Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 

And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

SONG  14— C.  U.—Dunlap's  Creek, 

O  God  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed ; 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 

Hast  all  our  fathers  led — 


90  PROVIDENCE. 

Our  vows,  our  prayers  we  now  present 

Before  thy  throne  of  grace ; 
God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 

Of  their  succeeding  race. 

Through  each  succeeding  path  of  life, 
Our  wand'ring  footsteps  guide  ; 

Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread. 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

O  spread  thy  cov'ring  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wand'rings  cease, 
And  at  our  Father's  lov'd  abode 

Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand 

Our  humble  prayers  implore  ; 
And  thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God 

And  portion  evermore. 

SONG  15— C.  M.— [Hopewell. 

What  though  no  flow'rs  the  fig-tree  clothe, 
Though  vines  their  fruit  deny, 

The  labor  of  the  olive  fail, 
And  fields  no  food  supply — 


Though  from  the  fold,  with  sad  surprise, 

My  flock  cut  off  I  see ; 
Though  famine  pine  in  empty  stalls, 

Where  herds  were  wont  to  be — 


PROVIDENCE.  91 

Yet  in  the  Lord  will  I  be  glad, 

And  glory  in  his  love ; 
In  him  I'll  joy,  who  will  the  God 

Of  my  salvation  prove. 

God  is  the  treasure  of  my  soul, 

The  source  of  lasting  joy; 
A  joy  which  want  shall  not  impair, 

Nor  death  itself  destroy. 

SONG  1G— C.  M.—lMear. 

O  God  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 

And  our  eternal  home ! 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure; 
Sufficient  is  thy  arm  alone, 

And  our  defence  is  sure. 

Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  eaTth  received  her  frame, 
from  everlasting  thou  art  God, 

To  endless  years  the  same. 

A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  ev'ning  gone ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 

Before  the  rising  sun 


92  PROVIDENCE. 

The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 
With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 

Are  carried  downward  with  the  flood, 
And  lost  in  foll'wing  years 

Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  : 
They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

O  God !  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come ! 

Be  thou  our  guard  while  life  shall  last, 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 

SONG  17— P.  M.— [Leeds. 

Though  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright, 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all  unite; 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide, 
The  Scripture  assures  us,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

The  birds  without  barn  or  store-house  are  fed  ; 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our  bread: 
His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
So  long  as  'Us  written,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

We  may,  like  the  ships,  by  tempests  be  tost 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  cannot  be  lost: 
Though  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
The  promise  engages,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

His  call  we  obey,  like  Abrah'm  of  old, 
Not  knowing  our  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold; 
For  though  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  good  guide, 
And  trust,  in  all  dangers,  The  Lord  will  provide. 


PROVIDENCE.  93 


No  strength  of  our  own,  or  goodness,  we  claim ; 
But  since  we  have  known  the  Saviour's  great  name, 
In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we  hide— 
The  Lord  is  our  power—  The  Lord  will  provide. 


When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us  through ; 
Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting,  The  Lord  icill  provide. 


SONG  18— C  M— [Dundee. 

How  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord ! 

How  sure  is  their  defence ! 
Eternal  Wisdom  is  their  guide ! 

Their  help,  Omnipotence ! 

In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 

And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 


When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne, 
High  on  the  broken  wave, 

They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
The  sea  that  roars  at  thy  command, 

At  thy  command  is  still. 


04  CHRISTIAN 

In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore ; 
We'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 

And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

CHRISTIAN  HONORS  AND  PRIVILEGES. 

SONG  19—lVs.—[Huger. 

How  firm  a  foundation,  you  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  has  said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 


In  ev'ry  condition,  in  sickness,  in  health, 

In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth ; 

At  home,  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

As  your  days  may  demand,  so  your  succour  shall  be. 

Fear  not— I  am  with  you ;  O  be  not  dismay'd ! 

I,  I  am  your  God,  and  will  still  give  you  aid ; 

I'll  strengthen  you,  help  you,  and  cause  you  to  stand, 

Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

When  through  the  deep  waters  I  cause  you  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  you  o'erflow ; 
For  I  will  be  with  you  your  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  you  your  deepest  distress. 

When  through  fiery  trials  your  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  your  supply: 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  you ;  I  only  design 
Your  dross  to  consume,  and  your  gold  to  refine. 

E'en  down  to  old  age  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 
And  when  noary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  b8  borne. 


HONORS  AND  PRIVILEGES. 


The  soul  that  on  Jesus  h;is  lean'd  for  repose, 

I  will  not,  1  cannot  desert  to  his  foes; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavour  to  shake, 

I'll  never— no,  never— no,  never  forsake! 


SONG  20—  ll's—  [Home. 

There's  no  name  among  men  nor  angels  so  bright, 
As  is  the  name  Jesus,  the  Father's  delight ; 
The  joy  of  his  children,  they  speak  of  this  name, 
And  sweetly  its  praises  in  songs  they  proclaim. 


In  all  Christian  churches  this  name  is  ador'd, 
As  their  shield  and  glory,  with  cheerful  accord  ; 
And  there  'tis  declared  the  help  of  distress'd, 
The  hope  of  the  hopeless,  and  ease  of  oppress'd. 

The  church  of  the  first-born,  with  angels  of  light, 
Shall  sound  forth  its  praises  with  endless  delight ; 
But  fully  unfolded  it  can  be  by  none, 
Save  Jesus  among  them,  the  Father's  own  Son. 


SONG  21— L.  M.—  [Majesty  New 

Forgiveness  !  'tis  a  joyful  sound 
To  malefactors  doom'd  to  die ; 
Publish  the  bliss  the  world  around  ; 
You  seraphs,  shout  it  from  the  sky ! 

'Tis  the  rich  gift  of  love  divine; 
'Tis  full,  outmeasuring  ev'ry  crime; 
Unclouded  shall  its  glories  shine, 
And  feel  no  change  by  changing  time. 


96  CHRISTIAN 

For  this  stupendous  love  of  Heav'n, 
What  grateful  honors  shall  we  show  ! 
Where  much  transgression  is  forgiv'n 
Let  love  in  equal  ardors  glow. 

By  this  inspir'd,  let  all  our  days 
With  gospel  holiness  be  crown'd ; 
Let  truth  and  goodness,  prayer  and  praise 
In  all  abide,  in  all  abound. 

SONG  22— S.  M— [Lonsdale. 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banish'd  from  this  place  ! 
Religion  never  was  design'd 

To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

Lot  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 

May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

The  God  that  rules  on  high, 
And  thunders  when  he  please, 

That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 
And  manages  the  seas ; 


HOfSORS  AND  PRIVILEGES.     &7 

This  mighty  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  Love  ; 
He  will  send  down  his  heav'nly  powers 

To  carry  us  above. 

There  shall  we  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin  ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

Yes,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 

Shall  constant  joys  create. 

The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  o'er  this  hallow'd  ground, 

To  fairer  worlds  on  hkjh. 


m  CHRISTIAN 

SONG  23— C  M.— [Pleasant-kill. 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 

O  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 

And  rivers  of  delight ! 

There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow  ; 
There  rOcks,  and  hills,  and  brooks,  and  vales 

With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

All  o'er  these  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God,  the  Sun,  forever  reigns, 

And  scatters  night  away. 

No  chilling  winds  nor  pois'nous  breath 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore ; 

Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

When  shall  I  reach  that  "happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest ! 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face. 

And  in  his  bos  m  rest ! 


HONORS  AND  PRIVILEGES.     99 

Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 

Would  here*no  longer  stay  ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 

Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

SONG  24— C.  M— \_Twenty-foxirth. 

Let  not  your  hearts  with  anxious  thoughts 

Be  troubled  or  dismay'd  ; 
But  trust  in  God  your  Father's  care 

And  trust  my  gracious  aid. 

I  to  my  Father's  house  return ; 

There  num'rous  mansions  stand, 
And  glory  manifold  abounds 

Through  all  the  happy  land. 

I  go  your  entrance  to  secure, 

And  your  abode  prepare  ; 
Kegions  unknown  are  safe  to  you, 

When  I  your  friend  am  there. 

Thence  shall  I  come  when  ages  close, 

To  take  you  home  with  me ; 
There  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more, 

Where  sorrows  ne'er  shall  be. 

I  am  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life ; 

No  son  of  human  race, 
But  such  as  I  conduct  and  guide, 

Shall  see  my  Father's  face. 


100  CHRISTIAN 

SONG  25— C.  M— [Rockingham. 

Behold  th'  amazing  gift  of  love 

The  Father  has  bestow'd 
On  us,  the  sons  of  sinful  men, 

To  call  us  sons  of  God. 

Conceal'd  as  yet  this  honor  lies, 
By  this  dark  world  unknown — 

A  world  that  knew  not  when  he  came, 
E'en  God's  beloved  Son. 

High  is  the  rank  we  now  possess, 

But  higher  we  shall  rise  ; 
Though  what  we  shall  hereafter  be 

Is  hid  from  mortal  eyes. 

We  know,  we  all,  when  he  appears, 
Shall  bear  his  image  bright; 

And  all  his  glory  full  disclos'd 
Shall  open  to  our  sight. 

A  hope  so  great,  and  so  divine, 

May  trials  well  endure, 
And  purify  our  souls  from  sin, 

As  Christ  himself  is  pure. 

SONG  26— P.  M.— [Howards. 

How  happy  are  they  who  their  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above  ! 

Tongue  cannot  express  the.  sweet  comfort  and  peacfc 
Of  a  soul  in  the  Saviour's  l«ve  ! 


HONORS  AND  PRIVILEGES.    101 


This  comfort  is  mine,  since  the  favor  divirre 
I  have  found  in  tho  blood  of  the  Lamb: 

Since  the  truth  I  believ'd,  what  a  joy  I've  receiv'd, 
"What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  blest  name ! 

'Tis  a  heav'n  below  my  Redeemer  to  know, 

And  the  angels  can  do  nothing  more 
Than  to  fall  at  his  feet,  and  the  story  repeat, 

And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore ! 

Jesus  all  the  day  long  is  my  joy  and  my  song ; 

O  that  all  to  this  refuge  may  fly! 
He  has  lov'd  me,  I  cried,  he  has  suffer'd  and  died 

To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  I ! 

On  the  wings  of  his  love  I  am  carried  above 
All  my  sin,  and  temptation,  and  pain; 

O  why  should  I  grieve,  while  on  him  I  believe! 
O  why  should  I  sorrow  again! 

O  the  rapturous  height  of  that  holy  delight, 
Which  1  find  in  the  life-giving  blood  ! 

Of  my  Saviour  possess'd,  I  am  perfectly  bless'd, 
Being  fill'd  with  the  fulness  of  God ! 

Now  my  remnant  of  days  will  1  spend  to  his  praise, 
Who  has  died  me  from  sin  to  redeem ; 

Whether  many  or  few,  all  my  years  are  his  due ; 
They  shall  all  be  devoted  to  him. 

What  a  mercy  is  this !  what  a  heaven  of  bliss ! 

How  unspeakably  happy  am  I ! 
Gather'd  into  the  fold,  wiih  believers  enroll'd— 

With  believers  to  live  and  to  die ! 


SONG  27— C.  M— [Celesta. 

How  happy  is  the  Christian's  state ' 

His  sins  are  all  forgiv'n ; 
A  cheering  ray  confirms  the  grace, 

And  lifts  his  hopes  to  heav'n. 


102  CHRISTIAN 

Though  in  the  rugged  path  of  life 

He  heaves  the  pensive  sigh ; 
Yet,  trusting  in  his  God,  he  finds 

Deliv'ring  grace  is  nigh. 

If,  to  prevent  his  wand'ring  steps, 

He  feels  the  chast'ning  rod, 
The  gentle  stroke  shall  bring  him  back 

To  his  forgiving  God. 

And  when  the  welcome  message  comes 

To  call  his  soul  away, 
His  soul  in  raptures  shall  ascend 

To  everlasting  day. 

SONG  28— L.  M [Windham. 

Bless'd  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n. 

Bless'd  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 
A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

Bless'd  are  the  souls  who  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  thirst  for  righteousness ; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied,  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 


HONORS  AND  PRIVILEGES.    1<X? 

Bless'd  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  glowing  coals  of  strife; 
They  shall  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

Bless'd  are  the  suff'rers  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake ; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord : 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 

SONG  29— C.  M— [Mw-Orleam. 

Bless'd  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place 

Where  sinners  love  to  meet, 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 

And  hates  the  scoffer's  seat : 

But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 

And  meditates  by  night. 

Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair, 

Shall  his  profession  shine  ; 
While  fruits  of  holiness  appear 

Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 

Not  so  the  impious  and  unjust: 

What  vain  designs  they  form  ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dust. 

Or  chaff  before  the  storm. 


UH  CHRISTIAN 

Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stand 

Among  the  sons  of  grace, 
When  Christ  the  Judge  at  his  right  hand 

Appoints  his  saints  a  place. 

His  eye  beholds  the?  path  they  tread 

His  heart  approves  it  well ; 
But  crooked  ways  of  sinners  lead 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

SONG  30— C.  M.— [Piety. 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Pour'd  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 

And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  have  I,  though  vile  as  he, 

Wash'd  all  my  sins  away. 

O  Lamb  of  God  !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  sons  of  God 

Be  sav'd — to  sin  no  more. 

E-'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
Ami  shall  ho  till  I  die* 


HONORS  AND  PRIVILEGES.    105 

And  when  this  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

SONG  31— L.  m.—[Williamsiown. 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  : 
What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives! 
He  lives,  he  lives  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  ever-living  head  ! 

He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above, 
He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
He  lives  to  bless  in  time  of  need. 

He  lives  to  grant  me  rich  supply, 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  his  eye, 
He  lives  to  comfort  me  when  faint, 
He  lives  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint. 

He  lives  to  silence  all  my  fears, 
He  lives  to  wipe  my  flowing  tears, 
He  lives  to  calm  my  troubled  heart, 
He  lives  all  blessings  to  impart. 

He  lives,  my  kind,  wise,  heav'nly  friend, 
He  lives,  and  loves  me  to  the  end; 
He  lives,  and  while  he  lives  I'll  sing, 
He  lives,  tny  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ! 


106  CHRISTIAN 

He  lives,  and  grants  mc  daily  breath ; 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death ; 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 
He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name ! 
He  lives,  my  Jesus,  still  the  same! 
O  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives — 
/  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives ! 

SONG  32— S.  U.— Watchman. 

Israel  the  desert  trod, 

Sustain'd  by  power  divine, 
While  wondrous  mercy  mark'd  the  road 

With  many  a  mystic  sign. 

When  Moses  gave  the  stroke, 

From  Horeb's  flinty  side 
Issued  a  river,  and  the  rock 

The  Hebrew's  thirst  supplied. 

But  O  !  what  nobler  themes 

Does  gospel  grace  afford  ! 
From  Calv'ry  spring  superior  streams — 

There  hung  the  smitten  Lord  ! 

Of  ev'ry  hope  bereft, 

Sinners,  to  Jesus  go  ; 
Behold  the  Rock  of  Ages  cleft, 

And  living  currents  flow. 


HONORS  AND  PRIVILEGES.   107 

Here  may  our  spirits  bathe, 

Here  may  our  joys  abound  ! 
Till  (pass'd  the  wilderness  and  death) 

We  tread  celestial  ground ! 

SONG  33— C.  M.— [Celesta. 

What  poor,  despised  company 

Of  travellers  are  these, 
Who  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 

Along  the  rugged  maze  1 

Ah  !  these  are  of  a  royal  line, 

All  children  of  a  King ; 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 

And,  lo  !  for  joy  they  sing. 

Why  do  they,  then,  appear  so  mean, 

And  why  so  much  despis'd  1 — 
Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen 

The  world  is  not  appriz'd. 

But  some  of  them  seem  poor,  distress VI, 

And  lacking  daily  bread. — 
Ah  !  they're  of  boundless  wealth  possess'd, 

With  hidden  manna  fed ! 

But  why  keep  they  the  narrow  road, 

That  rugged  thorny  maze  T 
Why,  that's  the  way  their  leader  trod  ; 

They  love  and  keep  his  ways. 


108  CHRISTIAN 

Why  must  they  shun  that  pleasant  path 
That  worldlings  love  so  well  1 

Because  that  is  the  way  to  death, 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

What !  is  there  then  no  other  road 

To  Salem's  happy  ground  1 
Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God ; 

None  other  can  be  found. 

Then  let  us  in  this  way  rejoice, 

And  in  the  truth  abound, 
Till  Jesus  with  his  angels  comes, 

And  Michael's  trump  shall  sound. 

Then  we  shall  mount  on  wings  of  love, 
And  meet  in  realms  on  high, 

And  saints  and  angels  join  in  praise 
Through  all  eternity. 


SONG  34— P.  M.— [Royalta. 

Let  others  boast  their  ancient  line, 

In  long  succession  great ; 
In  the  proud  list  let  heroes  shine, 

And  monarchs  swell  the  state ; 
Descended  from  the  King  of  kings, 
Each  saint  a  nobler  title  sings. 


HONORS  AND  PRIVILEGES.  109 

Pronounce  me,  gracious  God,  thy  son 

Own  me  an  heir  divine  ; 
I'll  pity  princes  on  the  throne, 

When  I  can  call  thee  mine  : 
Sceptres  and  crowns  unenvied  rise 
And  lose  their  lustre  in  mine  eyes. 


Content,  obscure,  I  pass  my  days, 

To  all  I  meet  unknown, 
And  wait  till  thou  thy  child  shalt  raise, 

And  seat  me  near  thy  throne : 
No  name,  no  honors  here  I  crave, 
Well  pleas'd  with  those  beyond  the  grav« 


Jesus  my  elder  brother  lives, 
With  him  I  too  shall  reign ; 

Nor  sin,  nor  death,  while  he  survives, 
Shall  make  the  promise  vain  : 

In  him  my  title  stands  secure, 

And  shall  while  endless  years  endure. 


When  he,  in  robes  divinely  bright, 

Shall  once  again  appear, 
You  too,  my  soul,  shall  shine  in  light, 

And  his  full  image  bear : 
Enough  ! — I  wait  th'  appointed  day — 
Bless'd  Saviour,  haste,  and  come  away ! 


110  CHRISTIAN 

SONG  35— L.  M.— [Job. 

Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heav'n — 
The  new-born  joy  of  sins  forgiv'n! 
Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight, 
O  angels !  never  dimm'd  your  sight. 

You  saw  of  old  on  chaos  rise 
The  beauteous  pillars  of  the  skies ; 
You  know  where  morn  exulting  springs, 
And  ev'ning  folds  her  drooping  wings. 

Bright  heralds  of  th'  Eternal  Will, 
Abroad  his  errands  you  fulfil ; 
Or,  thron'd  in  floods  of  beamy  day, 
Symphonious  in  his  presence  play. 

Loud  is  the  song — the  heav'nly  plain 
Is  shaken  with  the  choral  strain ; 
And  dying  echoes,  floating  far, 
Draw  music  from  each  chiming  star. 

But  I  amid  your  choirs  shall  shine, 
And  all  your  knowledge  shall  be  mine ; 
You  on  your  harps  must  lean  to  hear 
A  secret  cord  that  mine  will  bear. 

SONG  36— L.  M.— [Old  Hundred. 

With  one  consent  let  all  the  earth 
To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise ; 
Glad  homage  pay,  with  awful  mirth, 
And  sing  before  him  songs  of  praise : 


HONORS  AND  PRIVILEGES.  Ill 

ConvincM  that  he  is  God  alone, 
From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed; 
We,  whom  he  chooses  for  his  own, 
The  flock  that  he  vouchsafes  to  feed. 

O  !  enter,  then,  his  temple  gate, 
Thence  to  his  courts  devoutly  press  ; 
And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat, 
And  still  his  name  with  praises  bless. 

For  he's  the  Lord,  supremely  good, 
His  mercy  is  forever  sure ; 
His  truth,  which  always  firmly  stood, 
To  endless  ages  shall  endure. 

SONG  37— C.  M.— [Winter. 

Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 

Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day 

With  pitying  eye  the  Prince  of  Peace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief: 
He  saw,  and  (O  !  amazing  love  !) 

He  ran  to  our  relief. 

Down  from  his  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 

And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 


m       THE  CHRISTIAN  HOPE. 

^•T      • 
0  !  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 

The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 

His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

THE  CHRISTIAN  HOPE. 

SONG  38— C.  M.—  {Twenty-fourth 

Bless'd  be  the  everlasting  God, 
The  Father  of  our  Lord  ; 
e  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 
His  majesty  ador'd. 

When  from  the  dead  he  raised  his  Son, 

And  calPd  him  to  the  sky, 
He  gave  our  souls  a  lively  hope 

That  they  should  never  die. 

What  though  the  first  man's  sin  requires 

Our  flesh  to  see  the  dust ; 
Yet,  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rose, 

So  all  his  follow'rs  must. 

There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Reserv'd  against  that  day ; 
'Tis  uncorrupted,  undefil'd, 

And  cannot  fade  away ! 


THE  CHRISTIAN  HOPE.         113 

iSaints  by  the  power  of  God  are  kept, 

Till  the  salvation  come  ; 
We  walk  by  faith  as  strangers  here, 

Till  Christ  shall  take  us  home. 

SONG  39— P.  M.— [Princeton. 
When  the  King  of  kings  comes, 
When  the  Lord  of  lords  comes ; 
We  shall  have  a  joyful  day, 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes : 
To  see  the  nations  broken  down, 
And  kingdoms  once  of  great  renown, 
And  saints  now  suff'ring  wear  the  crown, 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes. 
When  the  trump  of  God  calls, 
When  the  last  of  foes  falls  : 
We  shall  have  a  joyful  day, 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes : 
To  see  the  saints  rais'd  from  the  dead 
And  all  together  gathered, 
And  made  like  to  their  glorious  Head, 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes. 
When  the  foe's  distress  comes, 
When  the  church's  rest  comes, 
We  shall  have  a  joyful  day, 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes  : 
To  see  the  New  Jerusalem, 
Its  fulness  and  its  matchless  frame, 
Surpassing  all  report  and  fame, 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes. 
When  the  world's  course  is  run, 
When  the  judgment  is  begun, 
We  shall  have  a  joyful  day, 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes  $ 
S 


114       THE  CHRISTIAN  HOPE. 

To  see  the  sons  of  God  well  known, 
All  spotless  to  their  Father  shown, 
And  Jesus  all  his  brethren  own, 

Whefi  the  King  of  kings  comes. 

When  the  Lord  from  heav'n  comes, 
When  the  host  of  heav'n  comes  ; 
We  shall  have  a  joyful  day, 

Wrhen  the  King  of  kings  comes : 
To  see  the  righteous  cause  prevail, 
And  all  debates  decided  well, 
And  all  mouths  stopp'd  which  lies  do  tell, 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes. 

When  our  Lord  in  clouds  comes, 
When  he  with  great  power  comes ; 
We  shall  have  a  joyful  day, 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes : 
To  see  all  things  by  him  restor'd, 
And  God  himself  alone  ador'd 
By  all  the  saints  with  one  accord, 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes. 


SONG  40— L.  M.—[Zion. 

While  we  the  empty  tomb  survey, 

We  sing  the  triumphs  of  this  day : 

The  Saviour  rose  !     He  broke  death's  chain, 

And  all  our  hellish  foes  are  slain  ! 

The  barren  grave,  on  this  blest  morn, 
Brought  forth  our  Saviour,  her  first-born ; 
Soon  shall  she  feel  a  second  throe, 
And  bring  forth  all  his  brethren  too. 


THE  CHRISTIAN  HOPE.       115 

The  life  which  wrought  in  Christ  our  head, 
Secures  our  rising  from  the  dead : 
This  faith  does  all  our  fears  control, 
This  gives  a  Sabbath  to  the  soul. 

Our  risen  Lord  all  things  obey, 
E'en  death  and  hell  must  own  his  sway : 
While  saints  with  one  accord  proclaim 
The  glory  of  his  endless  fame. 

SONG  41— C.  M.— [Condescension. 

I'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 

Nor  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honors  of  his  word, 

The  glory  of  his  cross. 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  know  his  name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 

Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands. 

Till  the  decisive  hour. 

Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 

Appoint  for  me  a  place. 


116      THE  CHRISTIAN  HOPE. 

SONG  42— L.  M.— [Majesty  New. 

On  Sion's  glorious  summit  stood 
A  num'rous  host  redeem'd  by  blood ; 
They  hymn'd  their  King  in  strains  divine- 
I  heard  the  song,  and  strove  to  join. 

Here  all  who  suffer'd  sword  or  flame 
For  truth  or  Jesus'  lovely  name, 
Shout  vict'ry  now,  and  hail  the  Lamb, 
And  bow  before  the  great  I  AM. 

While  everlasting  ages  roll, 
Eternal  love  shall  feast  their  soul, 
And  scenes  of  bliss  forever  new 
Rise  in  succession  to  their  view. 

Here  Mary  and  Manasseh  view, 
The  dying  thief,  and  Abrah'm  too ; 
With  equal  love  their  spirits  flame, 
The  same  their  joy,  their  song  the  same. 

O  sweet  employ  to  sing  and  trace 
Th*  amazing  heights  and  depths  of  grace ; 
And  spend,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
A  blissful,  vast  eternity ! 

O  what  a  sweet,  exalted  song, 
When  ev'ry  tribe  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
Redeemed  by  blood,  with  Christ  appear, 
And  join  in  one  full  chorus  there! 


THE  CHRISTIAN  HOPE.      117 

My  soul  anticipates  the  day, 
Would  stretch  her  wings  and  soar  away, 
To  aid  the  song,  the  palm  to  bear, 
And  praise  my  great  Redeemer  there 

SONG  43— C.  M [Mount  Nebo. 

Lo  !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

To  our  admiring  eyes  ! 
The  former  seas  have  pass'd  away, 

The  former  earth  and  skies. 

From  heav'n  the  New  Jerus'lem  comes, 

All  worthy  of  its  Lord ; 
See  all  things  now  at  last  renew'd, 

And  Paradise  restor'd. 

Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing; 
Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 

Of  our  descending  King! 

The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  his  blest  abode; 
He  dwells  with  men  ;  his  people  they, 

And  he  his  people's  God. 

His  gracious  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  ev'ry  weeping  eye ; 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 

And  death  itself  shall  die. 


113  CHRISTIAN  LOVE. 

O  may  we  stand  before  the  Lamb, 

When  earth  and  seas  are  fled, 
And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  our  name, 

With  blessings  on  our  head  ! 

CHRISTIAN  LOVE,  UNION,  AND  COMMUNION. 

SONG  44— L.  M.— [Devotion. 

How  pleasing  to  behold  and  see 
The  friends  of  Jesus  all  agree, 
To  sit  around  the  sacred  board 
As  members  of  one  common  Lord. 

Here  we  behold  the  dawn  of  bliss- 
Here  we  enjoy  the  Saviour's  grace — 
Here  we  behold  his  precious  blood, 
Which  sweetly  pleads  for  us  with  God. 

While  here  we  sit  we  would  implore 
That  love  may  spread  from  shore  to  shore. 
Till  all  the  saints,  like  us,  combine 
To  praise  the  Lord  in  songs  divine. 

To  all  we  freely  give  our  hand, 
Who  love  the  Lord  in  ev'ry  land ; 
For  all  are  one  in  Christ  our  head, 
To  whom  be  endless  honors  paid. 

Here,  by  the  bread  and  wine,  we  view 
What  boundless  curses  were  our  due ; 
But  through  the  off'ring  of  our  Lord, 
More  than  was  lost  is  now  restor'd. 


UNION,  AND  COMMUNION.    119 

Let  wrath  and  strife,  those  seeds  of  hell. 
Ne'er  in  the  Christian  bosom  dwell ; 
But  love  and  union,  by  his  blood, 
Prove  us  the  chosen  heirs  of  God. 

SONG  45— L.  M.— [Amboy. 

Kindred  in  Christ,  for  his  name's  sake, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

To  you  and  us  by  grace  'tis  giv'n 
To  know  the  Saviour's  precious  name ; 
And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heav'n, 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 

May  He,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 
Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 
And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 
When  Christians  meet  together  thus; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  Him 
Who  liv'd,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us 

We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 
And  suffer'd  for  us  here  below ; 
The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  he's  dc  ng  for  us  now 


120  CHRISTIAN  LOVE, 

Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 
We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore ; 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day 
When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

SONG  46— C.  M.— {Celesta. 

How  sweet,  how  heav'nly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  that  love  the  Lord 

In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  the  word ; 

When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 

And  joy  from  heart  to  heart: 

When  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 

And  show  a  brother's  love  ; 

When  love  in  one  delightful  stream 
Through  every  bosom  flows, 

W^hen  union  sweet  and  dear  esteem 
In  ev'ry  action  glows. 

Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above, 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heav'n  that  finds 

His  bosom  glow  with  love. 


UNION,  AND  COMMUNION.    121 

SONG  47— S.  M.— [Ninety-third. 

Let  Christians  all  agree, 

And  peace  among  them  spread  ; 

Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. 

Among  the  saints  on  earth 

Let  fervent  love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 

With  common  blessings  crown'd. 

Let  envy  (child  of  hell !) 

Be  banish'd  far  away  ; 
Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell 

Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 

Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above, 
Where  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow, 

And  ev'ry  heart  is  love. 

SONG  48— S.  M— [Aylesbury. 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 

Is  like  to  that  above. 

Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 

Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 


122  CHRISTIAN  LOVE, 

When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 

And  hope  to  meet  again. 

This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 

And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
And  sin,  we  shall  be  free; 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

SONG  49— 8's.— [Savannah. 

From  whence  does  this  union  arise, 
That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love  1 

It  fastens  our  souls  with  such  ties, 
That  distance  nor  time  can  remove. 

It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 
Nor  yet  in  a  Paradise  lost ; 

It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus'  life's  blood  it  did  cost. 

My  friends  so  endear' d  unto  me, 
Our  souls  so  united  in  love ; 

Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansions  above. 


UNION,  AND  COMMUNION.    123 

Why  then  so  unwilling  to  part, 

Since  there  we  shall  soon  meet  again ! 

Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 


And  then  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 
And  join  with  the  angels  above, 

Set  free  from  our  prisons  of  clay, 
United  in  Jesus'  kind  love. 

With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 
And  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see : 

Then  sing  hallelujahs — Amen  ! 
Amen !   Even  so  let  it  be ! 


SONG  50— P.  M.— [Bollman. 

O  happy  children  who  follow  Jesus 

Unio  the  house  of  prayer  and  praise, 
And  join  in  union  while  love  increases, 

Resolv'd  this  way  to  spend  your  days; 
Although  we're  hated  by  the  world  and  Satan, 

By  the  flesh,  and  such  as  love  not  God  ; 
Yet  happy  moments  and  joyful  seasons 

We  oft  times  find  on  Canaan's  road. 

Since  we've  been  waiting  on  lovely  Jesus, 

We've  felt  some  strength  come  from  above, 
Our  hearts  have  burned  with  holy  rapture, 

We  long  to  be  absorb'd  in  love  : 
Let  us  sing  praises  for  what  is  given, 

And  trust  in  God  for  time  to  come: 
Sure  we  shall  find  our  way  to  heaven  ; 

So  farewell,  brethren— we're  going  home. 


194        CHRISTIAN  LOVE,  &c. 

And  as  we  go  let  us  praise  our  Saviour, 

And  pray  for  those  who  spurn  his  grace 
Lest  they  should  lose  love's  richest  treasure, 

And  ne'er  enjoy  his  smiling  face. 
Now  here's  my  hand  and  my  best  wishes, 

In  token  of  my  Christian  love, 
In  hopes  with  you  to  praise  my  Jesus ; 

So  farewell,  brethren— we'll  meet  above. 


SONG  51— P.  M.— [Band  of  Love. 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit, 

Cemented,  join'd  in  one; 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice— 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 
Our  hearts  have  burn'd  while  Jesus  spoke, 
\nd  glow'd  with  sacred  fire; 
He  stoop'd,  and  talk'd,  and  fed,  and  bless'd, 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarged  desire. 

A  Saviour,  let  creation  sing! 

A  Saviour,  let  all  heaven  ring ! 
He's  God  with  us,  ice  feel  him  ours; 
His  fulness  in  our  souls  he  pours  ! 

'Tis  almost  done, 

'  Tis  almost  o'er  ; 
We'er  joining  them  who've  gone  before  ; 
We  soon  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 


We're  soldiers  fighting  for  our  God, 

Let  trembling  cowards  fly; 
We'll  stand  unshaken,  firm,  and  fix'd, 

With  Christ  to  live  and  die. 
Let  Satan  rage,  and  hell  assail, 
We'll  fight  our  passage  through : 
Though  foes  unite,  and  friends  desert, 
We'll  ssize  the  prize  in  view. 
A  Saviotcr,  $■£. 


CHURCH  TRIUMPHANT.      125 


The  little  cloud  increases  still, 
The  heav'ns  are  big  with  rain; 

We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain  ; 

A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows, 

Now  pours  the  mighty  flood— 

O  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 

Till  all  proclaim  the  Lord ! 
A  Saviour,  $c. 

And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 
And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown, 

And  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own ; 

May  we,  the  little  band  of  love, 

We,  sinners  saved  by  grace, 

From  glory  into  glory  chang'd, 

Behold  thy  lovely  face. 
A  Saviour,  $c. 


THE  CHURCH  TRIUMPHANT  ON  EARTH. 
SONG  52—8,  l,—[Olney. 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze  : 

All  the  promises  do  travail 
With  a  glorious  day  of  grace  : 

Blessed  jub'lee, 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

Let  the  Indian,  let  the  Negro, 
.  i  Let  the  rude  Barbarian  see, 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest 

Once  obtained  on  Calvary : 
Let  the  gospel 

Loud  resound  from  pole  to  pole. 


126      CHURCH  TRIUMPHANT 

Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 
Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 

And  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ! 

And  redemption, 
Freely  purchas'd,  win  the  day. 

Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ! 

Win  and  conquer !  never  cease ! 
May  thy  lasting  wide  dominion 

Multiply  and  still  increase ! 
Sway  thy  sceptre, 

Saviour,  all  the  world  around ! 


SONG  53—8,  7.— [Rome. 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God ! 
He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Form'd  thee  for  his  own  abode ; 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  wall  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

See  the  streams  of  living  waters, 
Springing  from  Eternal  Love, 

Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 
And  all  fear  of  drought  remove : 


ON  EARTH.  127 

Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 
Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ! 

Grace,  which  like  the  Lord  the  giver, 
Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

Round  each  habitation  hov'ring, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  cov'ring, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near : 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day, 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood  ! 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on, 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God : 
*Tis  his  love  his  people  raises 

With  himself  to  reign  as  kings ; 
And,  as  priests,  his  solemn  praises 

Each  for  a  thank-off'ring  brings. 

Saviour,  since  of  Zion's  city 

I  through  grace  a  member  am, 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

I  will  glory  in  thy  name; 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  treasure, 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show  ! 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  pleasure 

None  but  Zion's  children  know 


128      CHURCH  TRIUMPHANT 

SONG  54— C.  M.— [Mount  Nebo. 

Behold  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 

In  latter  days  shall  rise, 
On  mountain  tops  above  the  hills, 

And  draw  the  wond'ring  eyes. 

To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 
All  tribes  and  tongues  shall  flow ; 

Up  to  the  hill  of  God,  they'll  say, 
And  to  his  house  we'll  go ! 

The  beam  that  shines  from  Zion  hill 

Illume  shall  ev'ry  land  ! 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers 

Shall  all  the  world  command. 

Among  the  nations  he  shall  judge, 
His  judgments  truth  shall  guide; 

His  sceptre  shall  protect  the  just, 
And  quell  the  sinner's  pride. 

No  strife  shall  rage,  nor  hostile  feuds 

Disturb  those  peaceful  years  ; 
To  ploughshares  men  shall  beat  their  swords, 

To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

No  longer  host  encount'ring  host, 

Shall  crowds  of  slain  deplore ; 
They'll  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 

And  study  war  no  more. 


ON  EARTH.  I'M 


Come,  then,  O  house  of  Jacob  !  come 

To  worship  at  his  shrine  ; 
And  walking-  in  the  light  of  God, 

With  holy  beauties  shine. 

SONG  54— C.  M.— [Leander. 

That  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh, 
When  Zion's  light  shall  come ; 

She  shall  arise  and  shine  on  high, 
Bright  as  the  morning  sun. 

The  north  and  south  their  sons  resign, 
And  earth's  foundations  bend  ; 

A  bride  adorn'd,  Jerusalem 
All  glorious  shall  descend. 

The  King  who  wears  the  splendid  crown, 

The  azure  flaming  bow, 
The  holy  city  shall  bring  down 

To  bless  his  church  below. 

When  Zion's  bleeding,  conqu'ring  King 

Shall  sin  and  death  destroy, 
The  morning  stars  shall  join  to  sing, 

And  Zion  shout  for  joy. 

The  holy,  bright,  angelic  band, 

Who  sing  on  harps  of  gold, 
In  glorious  order  then  shall  atand 

Fair  Salem  to  behold. 
9 


130       CHURCH  TRIUMPHANT 

Descending  with  sweet  melting  strains, 

Jehovah  they  adore ; 
Such  shouts  through  earth's  extended  plains 

Were  never  heard  before. 

Let  Satan  rage  and  boast  no  more, 

Nor  think  his  reign  is  long ; 
Though  saints  are  feeble,  frail,  and  poor, 

Their  great  Redeemer's  strong. 

He  is  their  shield  and  hiding  place, 

A  covert  from  the  storm  ; 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness, 

And  their  eternal  home. 

The  crystal  stream  comes  down  from  lieav'n 

It  issues  from  the  throne ; 
The  floods  of  strife  away  are  driv'n, 

The  church  becomes  but  one : 


That  peaceful  union  we  shall  know, 

And  live  upon  his  love, 
And  sing  and  shout  his  name  below, 

As  angels  do  above. 

A  thousand  years  shall  roll  around, 
The  church  shall  be  complete  ; 

Call'd  by  the  last  loud  trumpet's  sound, 
Their  Saviour's  face  to  meet : 


ON  EARTH.  131 

With  joy  they  meet  him  in  the  Bky, 

Whom  here  their  souls  ador'd  ; 
And  live  in  worlds  of  bliss  on  high, 

Forever  with  their  Lord. 


SONG  55 — ll\— [Solicitude. 

The  Prince  of  salvation  is  coming — prepare 
A  way  in  the  desert  his  blessings  to  share; 
He  comes  to  release  us  from  sins  and  from  woes, 
And  make  the  rude  wilderness  bloom  like  the  rose. 

His  reign  shall  extend  from  the  east  to  the  west, 
Compose  all  the  tumults  of  nature  to  rest ; 
The  day-spring  of  glory  illumine  the  skies, 
And  ages  on  ages  of  happiness  rise. 

The  brute-hearted  temper  of  man  shall  grow  tame, 
The  wolf  and  the  lion  lie  down  with  the  lamb; 
The  bear  with  the  kine  shall  contentedly  feed, 
&.nd  children  their  young  ones  in  harmony  lead. 

No  more  shall  the  sound  of  the  war-whoop  be  heard, 
The  ambush  and  slaughter  no  longer  be  fear'd ; 
The  tomahawk  buried  shall  rest  in  the  ground. 
\nd  peace  and  good-will  to  the  nations  abound. 

All  spirit  of  war  to  the  gospel  shall  bow, 

The  bow  lie  unstrung  at  the  foot  of  the  plough; 

To  prune  the  young  orchard  the  spear  shall  be  bent, 


id 


Vnd  love  greet  the  world  with  a  smile  of  content. 

Slight  tinctures  of  skin  shall  no  longer  engage 
The  fervor  of  jealousy,  murder,  and  rage; 
But  white  men  and  red  shall  in  friendship  be  join'd, 
Wide  spreading  benevolence  over  mankind. 

Hail !  scenes  of  felicity,  transport,  and  joy 
When  hatred  and  passion  shall  cease  to  annoy ; 
Rich  blessings  of  grace  from  above  shall  be  giv'n, 
And  life  only  serve  as  a  passage  to  heav'n. 


132  FUTURE  GLORY. 

Roll  forward,  blest  Saviour,  roll  forward  the  day, 
When  all  shall  submit,  and  rejoice  in  thy  sway: 
When  men  of  all  nations,  united  in  praise, 
One  vast  hallelujah  triumphant  shall  raise. 


SONG  56— P.  M.—[St.  Helena. 

Sfiout  the  glad  tidings!  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs !  Messiah  is  King ! 
Zion,  the  marvellous  story  be  telling, 

The  Son  of  the  Highest  how  lowly  his  birth  ! 
The  brightest  of  angels  in  glory  excelling, 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee— he  reigns  upon  earth. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings !  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs!  Messiah  is  King! 

Tell  how  he  cometh  from  nation  to  nation, 

The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo  round, 
How  free  to  the  sinner  he  offers  salvation! 
How  his  people  with  joy  everlasting  are  crown'd. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings !  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs !  Messiali  is  King ! 

Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing, 
And  sweet  let  the'gladsome  hosanna  arise; 
You  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing- 
One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth  and  the  skies! 
Shout  the  glad  tidings !  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs!  Messiah  is  King ! 


FUTURE  GLORY. 
SONG  57— C.  M.— [Pleasant  Hill. 

How  bright  these  glorious  spirits  shine! 

Whence  all  their  bright  array  1 
How  came  they  to  the  blissful  seats 

Of  everlasting  day? 


FUTURE  GLORY.  133 

Lo !  these  are  they  from  sufferings  groat 

Who  came  to  realms  of  light, 
And  in  the  blood  of  Christ  have  wash'd 

Those  robes  which  shine  so  bright. 

Now  with  triumphant  palms  they  stand 

Before  the  throne  on  high, 
And  serve  the  God  they  love,  amidst 

The  glories  of  the  sky. 

His  presence  fills  each  heart  with  joy, 

Tunes  ev'ry  mouth  to  sing ; 
By  day,  by  night,  the  sacred  courts 

With  glad  hosannas  ring. 

Hunger  and  thirst  are  felt  no  more, 

Nor  sun  with  scorching  ray  ; 
God  is  their  sun,  whose  cheering  beams 

Diffuse  eternal  day. 

The  Lamb  that  sits  upon  the  throne 

Shall  o'er  them  still  preside, 
Feed  them  with  nourishment  divine, 

And  all  their  footsteps  guide. 

'Mong  pastures  green  he'll  lead  his  flock, 

Where  living  streams  appear; 
And  God  the  Lord  from  ev'ry  eye 

Shall  wipe  off  ev'ry  tear. 


134  FUTURE  GLORY. 

SONG  58— C.  M.— {Ninety-fifth. 

Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 

Unbounded  glories  rise ; 
And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 

Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

Celestial  land  !  could  our  weak  eyes 
But  half  thy  charms  explore, 

How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more ! 

There  pain  and  sickness  never  come, 
And  grief  no  place  obtains; 

Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom. 
And  endless  pleasure  reigns  ! 

No  cloud  these  blissful  regions  know, 

Forever  bright  and  fair  ! 
For  sin,  the  source  of  ev'ry  woe, 

Can  never  enter  there. 

There  no  alternate  night  is  known, 

Nor  sun's  faint  sickly  ray  ; 
But  glory  from  the  sacred  throne 

Spreads  everlasting  day. 

SONG  59— C.  M.—[mndall 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  in  glory  reign: 

Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 


FUTURE  GLORY.  13S 

There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-with'ring  flow'rs : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

Yet  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea; 
And  linger  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 

And  fear  to  launch  away. 

When  I  ascend  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream  nor  death's  cold  floo  5 

Can  fright  me  from  the  shore. 

SONG  GO— C.  M._ [Victory. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

O  how  I  long  for  thee ! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end] 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  1 

Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stones, 

Most  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 

Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold 


1M        RECRUITING  SONGS. 

Thy  gardens  and  thy  pleasant  greens, 

My  study  long  have  been  ; 
Such  sparkling  gems  by  human  sight 

Have  never  yet  been  seen. 

If  heaven  be  thus  glorious,  Lord, 
Why  should  I  stay  from  thence ! 

What  folly  'tis  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence ! 

Reach  down,  reach  down  thine  arm  of  grace, 

And  cause  me  to  ascend, 
WThere  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  Sabbaths  never  end. 

Jesus,  my  love,  to  glory's  gone; 

Him  will  I  go  and  see ; 
And  all  my  brethren  here  below 

Will  soon  come  after  me. 


RECRUITING  SONGS. 

SONG  61— 6's,  8's.— [Lenox. 

Blow  you  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 

^ho  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 

R«4jurn,  you  ransom 'd  sinners,  home. 


RECRUITING  SONGS.  137 

Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb  ; 

Redemption  by  his  blood 

Through  all  the  world  proclaim ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  you  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Propitiation  made: 
You  weary  spirits,  rest, 
You  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come : 
Return,  you  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


You  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  bless'd  in  Jesus  live  : 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 

Return,  you  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


You  bankrupt  debtors,  know 
The  wondrous  grace  of  heav'n, 
Though  sums  immense  you  owe, 
A  free  discharge  is  giv'n ; 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 

Return,  you  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


138  RECRUITING  SONGS. 

You  who  have  sold  for  naught 

The  heritage  above, 

Shall  have  it  back  unbought; 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love. 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  you  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  heav'nly  grace ; 
And,  sav'd  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face : 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 

Return,  you  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


SONG  62—8,  7,  A.— [Hallelujah. 

Come,  you  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  ; 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power : 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing — doubt  no  more. 

Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream; 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 

This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Saviour's  rising  beam. 


RECRUITING  SONGS.         139 

Come,  you  weary,  heavy  laden, 
Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 

If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all. 

Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 


Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Saviour  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 

Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
"  It  is  finish'd  !" 

Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  1 


Lo  !  the  rising  Lord  ascending, 
Pleads  the  virtue  of  his  blood : 

Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 


Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  to  his  name: 

Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  now  his  love  proclaim. 


140         RECRUITING  SONGS. 

SONG  63— C.  M.—[MrthJMd. 

O  what  amazing  words  of  grace 

Are  in  the  gospel  found ! 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case, 

Who  hears  the  joyful  sound. 

Poor,  sinful,  thirsty,  fainting  souls, 

Are  freely  welcome  here ; 
Salvation  like  a  river  rolls, 

Abundant,  free,  and  clear. 

Come,  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds, 

Your  ev'ry  burden  bring  ; 
Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds — 

A  deep  celestial  spring  ! 

Whoever  will  (O  gracious  word !) 

Shall  of  this  stream  partake ; 
Come,  thirsty  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

And  drink  for  Jesus'  sake  ! 

Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 
Have  here  found  life  and  peace ! 

Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 

SONG  61— C.  M.— [Condescension. 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  foll'vver  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or-  !  '  :-h  to  s*>oak  his  name  ] 


RECRUITING  SONGS.         141 

Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 

And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ?• 

Are  there  no  foes  foi  me  to  face? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  1 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 

To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 

Supported  by  thy  word. 

Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 
Shall  conquer  though  they  die; 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thine  armies  shine, 
In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies, 

The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

SONG  65— C.  M.— [Cambridge. 

How  free  and  boundless  is  the  grace 

Of  our  redeeming  God  ! 
Extending  to  the  Greek  and  Jew, 

And  men  of  ev'ry  blood. 


142  RECRUITING  SONGS. 

The  mightiest  king,  the  meanest  slave, 

May  his  rich  mercy  taste ; 
He  bids  the  beggar  and  the  prince 

Come  to  the  gospel  feast. 

None  are  excluded  thence,  but  those 
Who  do  themselves  exclude; 

Welcome  the  learned  and  polite, 
The  ignorant  and  rude. 

Come,  then,  you  men  of  ev'ry  name, 

Of  ev'ry  tribe  and  tongue ; 
What  you  are  willing  to  receive 

May  unto  you  belong. 

SONG  66— C.  M.— [Communion. 

Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 

With  an  inviting  voice ; 

Ho !  all  you  hungry,  starving  souls, 

Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 

To  fill  an  empty  mind : 

Eternal  wisdom  has  prepar'd 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 

The  rich  provision  taste. 


RECRUITING  SONGS.  143 

Ho  !  you  that  pant  for  living  streams 

And  pine  away  and  die, 
Here  may  you  quench  your  raging  thirst 

With  springs  that  never  dry. 

|  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 
In  a  rich  ocean  join; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

Great  God  !  the  treasures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlasting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helpless  mis'ries  are, 

And  boundless  as  our  sins 

The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  : 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 

And  drive  our  wants  away. 

SONG  67— C.  M.—[Fisgah. 

Jesus,  thy  blessings  are  not  few, 

Nor  is  thy  gospel  weak ; 
Thy  grace  can  melt  the  stubborn  Jew, 

And  heal  the  dying  Greek. 

Wide  as  the  reach  of  Satan's  rage 

Does  thy  salvation  flow : 
'Tis  not  confin'd  to  sex  nor  age, 

The  lofty  nor  the  low. 


144  RECRUITING  SONGS. 

While  grace  is  offer'd  to  the  prince, 
The  poor  may  take  his  share ; 

No  mortal  has  a  just  pretence 
To  perish  in  despair. 

Come,  all  you  wretched  sinners,  come, 
He'll  form  your  souls  anew; 

His  gospel  and  his  heart  have  room 
For  rebels  such  as  you. 

His  doctrine  is  almighty  love, 

There's  virtue  in  his  name 
To  turn  a  raven  to  a  dove, 

A  lion  to  a  lamb. 

ome,  then,  accept  the  offer'd  grace, 
And  make  no  more  delay  ; 
His  love  will  all  your  guilt  efface, 
And  soothe  your  fears  away. 

SONG  68— C.  M.— [Exhortation. 

The  King  of  heav'n  his  table  spreads, 
And  dainties  crown  the  board; 

Not  Paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delights  afford. 

Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 

And  endless  life  are  giv'n, 
Through  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed, 

To  raise  our  souls  to  heav'n. 


RECRUITING  SONGS.  145 

You  hungry  poor,  that  long  have  stray'd 

In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come  ; 
Come  from  your  most  obscure  retreats, 

And  grace  shall  find  you  room 

Millions  of  souls  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here  ; 
And  millions  more  still  on  the  way, 

Around  the  board  appear. 

Yet  is  his  house  and  heart  so  large, 
That  millions  more  may  come  ; 

Nor  could  the  whole  assembled  world 
O'eriill  the  spacious  room. 

All  things  are  ready  ;  come  away, 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame  ; 
Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast, 

And  bless  the  Founder's  name. 

SONG  69— L.  M.— [Windham. 

Whene'er  a  sinner  turns  to  God, 
With  contrite  heart  and  flowing  eyes, 
The  happy  news  makes  angels  smile, 
And  tell  their  joys  above  the  skies. 

Well  may  the  church  below  rejoice, 
And  echo  back  the  heav'nly  sound : 
This  soul  was  dead,  but  now's  alive ; 
This  sheep  was  lost,  but  now  is  found. 
10 


Uii  RECRUITING  SONGS. 

Glory  to  God  on  high  be  giv'n, 
For  this  unbounded  love  to  men  ; 
Let  saints  below  and  saints  above, 
In  concert  join  the  loud  Amen  ! 


SONG  70— 6's,  &s.-[Lenox. 

Reform,  and  be  immers'd, 

Says  your  redeeming  Lord ; 
You  all  are  now  assur'd 

That  'tis  your  Saviour's  word. 
Arise !  arise  without  delay, 
And  his  divine  command  obey. 


You  sin-convicted  race, 

Now  fall  at  Jesus'  feet ; 
He'll  save  you  through  his  grace — 
Come,  to  his  will  submit ; 
And  be  immers'd  without  delay — 
O  come  and  wash  your  sins  away  ! 


Come,  you  believing  train, 

No  more  this  truth  withstand ; 
No  longer  think  it  vain 
To  honor  God's  command  ; 
But  haste,  arise,  without  delay, 
Anxl  come  and  wash  your  sins  away. 


RECRUITING  SONGS.  147 

Jesus  !  thou  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
To  thy  great  name  we  pray ; 
May  converts  to  thy  grace 
This  ordinance  obey ; 
And  may  thy  love  their  souls  allure, 
Their  peace  and  pardon  to  secure  ! 


SONG  71— L.  M.— [Devotion. 

Come,  weary  souls  with  sins  distressed, 
Come,  and  accept  the  proffer'd  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  heavy  load, 
O  !  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad ; 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 


Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows 
To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace, 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace ! 

Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  thy  kind  inviting  voice. 


146  RECRUITING  SONGS* 


SONG  72— 7's— [Urania. 

What  could  your  Redeemer  do 
More  than  he  has  done  for  you  1 
To  procure  your  peace  with  God, 
Could  he  more  than  shed  his  blood  1 
After  all  this  flow  of  love, 
All  his  drawings  from  above, 
Why  will  you  your  Lord  deny  1 
Why  will  you  resolve  to  die  1 


Turn,  he  cries,  O  sinner,  turn  ! 
By  his  love  your  God  makes  known 
He  would  have  you  turn  and  live, 
He  would  all  the  world  receive. 
If  your  death  were  his  delight, 
Would  he  thus  to  life  invite  ? 
Would  he  ask,  beseech,  and  cry, 
Why  will  you  resolve  to  die ! 

Sinners,  turn  while  God  is  near ! 
He  has  left  you  naught  to  fear : 
Now,  e'en  now,  your  Saviour  stands, 
All  day  long  he  spreads  his  hands : 
Cries,  "  You  will  not  happy  be ; 
No,  you  will  not  come  to  me ; 
Me,  who  life  to  none  deny — 
Why  will  you  resolve  to  die  1" 


RECRUITING  SONGS.         149 

Can  you  doubt  that  God  is  love, 
Who  thus  calls  you  from  above  ? 
Will  you  not  his  word  receive  1 
Will  you  not  his  oath  believe  * 
See,  the  suffering  Lord  appears ; 
Jesus  weeps — believe  his  tears  ! 
Mingled  with  his  blood,  they  cry, 
«*  Why  will  you  resolve  to  die?" 

SONG  73— L.  M.— [Wells. 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward, 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
O  hasten,  sinner,  to  return ! 

Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  giv'n 
To  'scape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heav'n, 
The  day  of  grace,  when  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
Beneath  the  clods  their  dust  must  lie; 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circle  of  the  sun. 

Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue  : 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith  nor  hope  beneath  the  ground. 


150        RECRUITING  SONGS. 

There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passM 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste; 
O  may  we  all  receive  thy  grace, 
And  see  with  joy  thy  smiling  face. 


SONG  74--7,  6.— [Pennsville. 

Come,  tell  me,  wand'ring  sinner, 

Say  whither  do  you  roam, 
O'er  this  wide  world  a  stranger — 

Have  you  no  Saviour  known. 
He  calls  you  to  his  bosom, 

But,  ah  !  you  still  delay : 
He'll  fit  your  soul  for  heaven, 

And  guide  you  in  the  way. 

Now  angels  are  attending 

To  waft  the  news  above, 
Your  Saviour  still  presenting 

The  joys  of  pard'ning  love : 
O !  come,  accept  the  offer 

Of  pardon  and  free  grace, 
And  own  his  mighty  power 

In  songs  of  love  and  praise. 

He  will  remove  your  sorrow, 
And  grace  and  peace  bestow  ; 

Then  leave  not  till  to-morrow, 
The  «oy  he  offers  now. 


RECRUITING  SONGS.         Wl 

This  is  the  time  accepted  : 

O  may  redeeming  love, 
No  more  by  you  rejected, 

Your  lasting  solace  prove. 

SONG  75— L.  M— [Salem. 

To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice ; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  come  to  Christ  or  no  * 

Say,  will  you  be  forever  blest, 
And  with  this  glorious  Jesus  rest  ? 
Will  you  be  sav'd  from  guilt  and  pain  % 
Will  you  with  Christ  forever  reign? 

Make  now  your  choice,  and  halt  no  more ; 
He  now  is  waiting  for  the  poor : 
Say,  now,  poor  souls,  what  will  you  do  ? 
Say,  will  you  come  to  Christ  or  no  1 

Fathers  and  sons  for  ruin  bound, 
Amidst  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  seek  to  prove 
The  joys  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

Matrons  and  maids,  we  look  to  you ;' 
Are  you  resolv'd  to  perish,  too  1 
To  rush  in  carnal  pleasures  on, 
And  sink  in  flaming  ruin  down? 


152        RECREATING   SONGS. 

Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name, 
(We  know  his  love  remains  the  same,) 
Say,  will  yon  to  Mount  Zion  go  1 
Say,  will  you  come  to  Christ  or  no? 


SONG  76— P.  M.— [Proclamation, 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation, 

The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 

Publishing  to  ev'ry  creature, 

To  the  ruin'd  sons  of  nature, 

Jesus  reigns — he  reigns  victorious, 
Over  heaven  and  earth,  most  glorious! 
Jesus  reigns. 

See  the  royal  banners  flying, 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, 
•'  Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor 
Now  is  offer'd  by  the  Saviour." 

Hear,  O  sons  of  wrath  and  ruin, 
Who  have  wrought  your  own  undoing, 
Here  is  life  and  free  salvation 
Offer'd  to  the  whole  creation. 

'Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
And  for  you  was  crucified, 
Conquer'd  death,  and  rose  to  heaven; 
Endless  life  through  him  is  given. 


CHRISTIAN  IMMERSION.      153 

Here  is  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey, 
Come  and  purchase  without  money, 
Mercy  like  a  flowing  fountain 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain. 

For  this  love  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
Silver  streams  and  crystal  fountains, 
Roaring  thunders,  lightning's  blazes, 
Shout  the  great  Messiah's  praises. 

Shout,  you  tongues  of  ev'ry  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation, 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
The  Almighty  King  of  Zion. 

Shout,  O  saints  !  make  joyful  mention, 
Christ  has  purchas'd  our  redemption ; 
Angels,  shout  the  joyful  story, 
Through  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory. 
Chorus — Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

CHRISTIAN  IMMERSION, 
SONG  77— L.  M.— [Zion. 

'Twas  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 
"  Go  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize;" 
The  nations  have  received  the  word 
Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 


154       CHRISTIAN  IMMERSION. 

He  sits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 
With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands ; 
And  sends  his  cov'nant,  with  its  seals, 
To  bless  the  distant  Pagan  lands. 

"  Reform  and  be  immers'd,"  he  saith, 
44  For  the  remission  of  your  sins," 
And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 
And  shows  us  what  the  gospel  meas 

Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Descends  like  purifying  rain. 

SONG  78— L.  M.— [Rockbridge. 

Descending  down  into  the  flood, 
We  his  great  suff'rings  there  behold, 
Who  in  deep  waters  for  us  stood, 
While  floods  of  wrath  upon  him  roll'd. 

And  when  beneath  the  waters  laid, 
Our  breath  suspended  in  their  womb, 
We  call  to  mind  how  Jesus  died, 
And  buried  lay  within  the  tomb. 

As  from  the  wat'ry  grave  we  rise 
We  see  him  from  death's  prison  freed, 
Discharg'd  from  sin,  crown'd  with  the  prize 
Of  endless  life  for  all  his  seed. 


CHRISTIAN  IMMERSION.      155 

This  sign  does  to  our  faith  declare 
Our  part  in  him  who  once  was  dead ; 
For  into  death  immers'd  we  are, 
And  with  him  buried  as  our  head. 

And  as  the  Father's  glorious  power 
Did  life  eternal  to  him  give, 
So  by  this  pledge  he  makes  us  sure 
That  as  he  lives  we'll  also  live. 

SONG  79— C.  M— [Dundee. 

Proclaim,  says  Christ,  my  wondrous  gracf 

To  all  the  sons  of  men ; 
He  that  believes  and  is  immers'd, 

Salvation  shall  obtain. 

Let  plenteous  grace  descend  on  those, 

Who,  hoping  in  his  word, 
This  day  have  publicly  declar'd 

That  Jesus  is  their  Lord. 

With  cheerful  feet  may  they  advance, 

And  run  the  Christian  race; 
And  through  the  troubles  of  the  way, 

Find  all-sufficient  grace. 

SONG  80— L.  M.— [Supplication 

Come,  all  you  sons  of  God,  and  view 
Your  bleeding  Saviour's  love  to  you : 
Behold  him  sink  with  heavy  woes, 
And  give  his  life  to  save  his  foes. 


156      CHRISTIAN  IMMERSION. 

Here  in  the  pure  baptismal  wave, 
You  see  the  emblem  of  his  grave ; 
Come,  all  who  would  his  laws  obey, 
And  view  the  place  where  Jesus  lay, 

When  from  the  wat'ry  tomb  restored, 
Then  call  to  mind  your  rising  Lord  ; 
You  saints,  lift  up  your  joyful  eyes ; 
Exulting  see  your  Saviour  rise. 

You,  too,  are  buried  with  your  Lord, 
Who  in  the  water  own  his  word, 
And  joyfully  receive  therein, 
Remission  of  your  former  sin 

Ascending  from  the  stream,  behold 
An  emblem  of  his  life  restor'd ; 
Hence  live  to  him  who  died  for  you, 
And  all  his  just  commandments  do. 

SONG  81— L.  M.—  [Portugal 

Come,  you  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
Come  and  obey  the  sacred  word : 
He  died  and  rose  again  for  you — 
W'hat  more  could  your  Redeemer  do  1 

We  to  this  place  have  come  to  show 
What  we  to  boundless  mercy  owe; 
The  Saviour's  footsteps  to  explore( 
And  tread  the  path  he  trod  before. 


JUDGMENT.  Ntf 

Almighty  Lord,  be  present  still, 
Thy  ancient  promise  to  fulfil, 
That  they  who  on  thy  name  believe 
May  peace  and  pardon  here  receive. 

JUDGMENT. 

SONG  82—8,  7,  I.— [Camden. 

Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favor'd  sinners  slainr 
Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train ; 
Hallelujah  ! 

Jesus  now  shall  ever  reign  ! 


Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 
Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty  : 

Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 


Ev'ry  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 
Heav'n  and  earth  shall  flee  away ; 

All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day, 

Come  to  judgment  I 
Come  to  judgment !  come  away  ! 


188  JUDGMENT. 

Now  redemption,  long  expected, 
See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ! 

All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air. 

Hallelujah  ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear ! 

Lord,  thy  bride  says  by  thy  Spirit, 
Hasten  thou,  the  gen'ral  doom ! 

Promis'd  glory  to  inherit, 
Take  thy  weary  pilgrims  home ! 

All  creation 
Travails,  groans,  and  bids  thee  come. 


Yes — Amen !     Let  all  adore  thee, 
High  on  thy  exalted  throne ; 

Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdoms  for  thy  own, 

O  !  come  quickly ! 
Hallelujah,  come,  Lord,  come ! 


SONG  83—8,  7,  4 [Merrick. 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders! 

Hark  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  ; 
How  the  summons 

Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound  ! 


JUDGMENT.  159 

See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine  ! 
Ytv  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

I  hen  shall  say,  "  This  Lord  is  mine  !" 
Gracious  Saviour, 

Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine! 


At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 
Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 

All  the  powers  of  nature  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee : 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee ! 


Horrors  past  imagination 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  heart, 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 

"  Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart ! 
Hence  with  Satan 

And  his  angels  have  your  part." 


But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
Lov'd  and  serv'd  the  Lord  below, 

He  will  say,  "  Come  near,  you  blessed, 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow : 

You  forever 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know. 


W  PARTING. 

Under  sorrows  and  reproaches, 
May  this  thought  our  courage  raise  1 

Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 
Sighs  shall  then  be  chang'd  to  praise ! 

May  we  triumph, 
When  the  world  is  in  a  blaze ! 


PARTING. 

SONG  84—8,  7,  4.—  [Hallelujah. 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 

Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace. 

O  !  refresh  us  ! 
Trav'ling  through  this  wilderness. 

Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 
For  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

So  whene'er  the  signal's  given 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 

Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heav'n 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey; 

May  we  ready 
Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day  I 


MISCELLANEOUS.  161 


SONG  85— P.  M.— [Lena. 

Who  has  our  report  believed  1 
Shiloh  come  is  not  received, 

Not  received  by  his  own  ; 
Promis'd  branch  from  root  of  Jesse, 
David's  offspring  sent  to  bless  you, 

Comes  too  lowly  to  be  known. 

Tell  me,  O  you  favor'd  nation  ! 
What  is  your  fond  expectation — 

Some  fair  spreading  lofty  tree? 
Let  not  worldly  pride  confound  you ; 
'Mong  the  lowly  plants  around  you, 

Mark  the  lowest — that  is  he  ! 

Like  a  tender  plant  that's  growing, 
Where  no  waters  friendly  flowing, 

No  kind  rains  refresh  the  ground  ; 
Drooping,  dying,  you  shall  view  him, 
See  no  charms  to  draw  you  to  him  ; 

There  no  beauty  will  be  found. 


Lo !  Messiah  unrespected  ! 

Man  of  griefs,  despis'd,  rejected ! 

Wounds  his  form  disfiguring : 
Marr'd  his  visage  more  than  any  ; 
For  he  bears  the  sins  of  many, 

All  our  sorrows  carrying. 
11 


102  MISCELLANEOUS. 

No  deceit  his  mouth  had  spoken, 
Blameless — he  no  law  had  broken, 

Yet  was  number' d  with  the  worst ; 
For,  because  the  Lord  would  grieve  him, 
You  who  saw  it  did  believe  him 

For  his  own  offences  curs'd. 


But  while  him  your  thoughts  accused, 
He  for  our  offence  was  bruised ; 

Yes,  for  us  the  victim  bled, 
With  his  stripes  our  wounds  are  cured, 
By  his  pains  our  peace  secured, 

Purchas'd  with  the  blood  he  shed. 


Love  amazing,  so  to  mind  us ! 

The  great  Shepherd  came  to  find  us, 

Silly  sheep  all  gone  astray ; 
Lost,  undone  by  our  transgressions, 
Worse  than  stripp'd  of  all  possessions, 

Debtors  without  hope  to  pay  ! 


Death  our  portion,  slaves  in  spirit, 
He  redeem'd  us  by  his  merit, 

To  a  glorious  liberty : 
Dearly  first  his  goodness  bought  us, 
Truth  and  love  then  sweetly  taught  us, 

Truth  and  love  have  made  us  free. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  163 

Glory  be  to  God  who  gave  us — 
Freely  gave — his  Son  to  save  us  ! 

Glory  to  the  Son  who  came! 
Honor,  blessing,  adoration, 
Ever,  from  the  whole  creation, 

Be  to  God  and  to  the  Lamb  ! 


SQNG  8G— S.  M.—  [Little  Marlborough. 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ! 
Wake  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name  ! 

Sing  of  his  dying  love  ! 

Sing  of  his  rising  power  ! 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 

For  those  whose  sins  he  bore ! 

Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way, 

You  ransom'd  sinners,  sing; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  ev'ry  day, 

In  Christ  the  glorious  King. 

Soon  shall  you  hear  him  say, 
'You  blessed  children,  come;' 

Soon  will  he  call  you  hence  away, 
And  take  his  pilgrims  home. 


104  MISCELLANEOUS. 


SONG  89— S's  &  4.— [Gospel  Trumpet. 

Hark  !  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds  ! 
Through  all  the  earth  the  echo  bounds  ! 
For  Jesus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
Is  bringing  sinners  back  to  God  ; 
And  guides  them  safely  by  his  word, 
To  endless  day. 

Hail !  all-victorious,  conqu'ring  Lord  ! 
Be  thou  by  all  thy  works  ador'd ! 
Who  undertook  for  sinful  men, 
And  brought  salvation  through  thy  name, 
That  we  with  thee  might  ever  reign 
In  endless  day. 

Fight  on,  you  conqu'ring  souls,  fight  on 
Until  the  conquest  you  have  won  ! 
Then  palms  of  vict'ry  you  shall  bear, 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share, 
And  crowns  of  glory  you  shall  wear 
In  endless  day. 

There  we  shall  in  sweet  chorus  join, 
And  saints  and  angels  all  combine 
To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 
And  this  shall  be  our  theme  above, 
In  endless  day. 

SONG  88— C.  M.—[Brattlestreet. 

Behold  what  witnesses  unseen 

Encompass  us  around, 
Men  once  like  us  with  suff'rings  tried, 

But  now  with  glory  crown'd. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  1G5 

Let  us  with  zeal,  like  theirs,  inspir'd, 

Pursue  the  Christian  race; 
And,  freed  from  each  encumb'ring  weight, 

Their  holy  footsteps  trace. 

Behold  a  witness  nobler  still, 

Who  trod  affliction's  path — 
Jesus,  at  once  the  finisher 

And  author  of  the  faith. 

He  for  the  joy  before  him  set, 

(So  gen'rous  was  his  love,) 
Endur'd  the  cross,  despis'd  the  shame, 

And  now  he  reigns  above. 

If  he  the  scorn  of  wicked  men 

With  patience  did  sustain, 
Becomes  it  those  for  whom  he  died 

To  murmur  and  complain  1 

No — let  our  hearts  no  more  despond, 

Our  hands  be  weak  no  more; 
Still  let  us  trust  our  Father's  love. 

His  wisdom  still  adore. 

SONG  89—8,  7,  4.— [Camden. 

Let  us  sing  the  King  Messiah, 
King  of  Righteousness  and  Peace; 

Hail  him,  all  his  happy  subjects, 
Never  let  his  praises  cease  ! 

]    -r  hail  him, 
Let  his  nonors  still  increase  ! 


1G6  MISCELLANEOUS. 

How  transcendent  are  thy  glories  ! 

Fairer  than  the  sons  of  men, 
While  thy  blessed  mediation 

Brings  us  back  to  God  again ! 
Bless'd  Redeemer, 

How  we  triumph  in  thy  reign  ! 

Gird  thy  sword  on,  Mighty  Hero, 
Make  thy  word  of  truth  thy  car . 

Prosper  in  thy  course  triumphant, 
All  success  attend  thy  war ! 

Gracious  Victor, 
Let  mankind  before  thee  bow  ! 

Bless'd  are  all  that  touch  thy  sceptre, 
Bless'd  are  all  that  own  thy  reign  ! 

Freed  from  sin,  that  worst  of  tyrants, 
Rescued  from  his  galling  chain  ! 

Saints  and  angels, 
All  who  know  thee  bless  thy  name  ! 


SONG  90— 11,8.— [Davis. 

O  Thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight, 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 
My  comfort  by  day  and  my  song  in  the  night, 

My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all .' 

Where  dost  thou  at  noontide  resort  with  thy  sheep 

To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
For  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 

O*  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 


MISCELLANEOUS  167 

0  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 

And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ! 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they  see, 

And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

You  daughters  of  Zion,  declare  have  you  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
Say  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been, 

And  where  with  his  flocks  he  is  gone  ? 

This  is  my  beloved ;  his  form  is  divine, 

His  vestments  shed  odors  around, 
The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 

When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 

The  roses  of  Sharon,  the  lilies  that  grow 

In  the  vales,  on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 

On  his  cheeks  in  the  beauty  of  excellence  glow, 
And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 

His  voice,  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 
Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death ; 

The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfum'd  with  his  breath. 

His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow 

That  water  the  garden  of  grace  ; 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall  know 

And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

Love  sits  on  his  eyelids,  and  scatters  delight 
Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high, 

Their  faces  the  cherubim  veil  in  his  sight, 
And  tremble  with  fulness  of  joy. 

He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word ; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity,  filPd  with  his  voice, 

Re-echoes  the  praise  of  her  Lord. 


163  MISCELLANEOUS. 


SONG  91—8's,  6.— [Love  Divine. 

O  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  wand'ring  heart 

All  taken  up  in  thee  ! 
O  may  I  daily  live  to  prove 
The  sweetness  of  redeeming  love, 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 


God  only  knows  the  love  of  God ; 

0  may  it  now  be  shed  abroad 

To  cheer  my  fainting  heart ! 

1  want  to  feel  that  love  divine ; 

This  heavenly  portion,  Lord,  be  mine- 
Be  mine  this  better  part. 

O !  that  I  could  forever  sit 
With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice ; 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heav'n  on  earth  be  this, 

To  hear  the  bridegroom's  voice. 

O  that  I  might  with  happy  John 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  bless'd  Redeemer's  breast  \ 
From  care,  and  fear,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 

My  everlasting  rest 


MISCELLANEOUS.  160 

SONG  92— L.  M.—[Amboy. 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ? 
Such  let  our  conversation  be : 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove — 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  and  tongues  to  strife, 

To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

O  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 
How  mild !  how  ready  to  forgive  ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 
And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will 
Was  his  employment  and  delight; 
Humility,  and  love,  and  zeal, 
Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright. 

Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labors  of  his  life  were  love — 
O  !  if  we  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
Let  his  divine  example  move. 

But  ah !  how  blind,  how  weak  we  are  ! 
How  frail,  how  apt  to  turn  aside  ! 
Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care ; 
0  may  thy  Spirit  be  our  guide  ! 

Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace, 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  be  ; 
Make  us,  by  thy  transforming  grace, 
Lord  Jesus,  daily  more  like  thee. 


170  MISCELLANEOUS. 

SONG  93— P.  M.—[Rock  of  Salvation. 

If  life's  pleasures  charm  „vou,  give  them  not  your 

heart, 
Lest  the  gift  ensnare  you  from  your  God  to  part ; 
His  favor  seek,  his  praises  speak ; 

Fix  here  your  hope's  foundation; 
Serve  him,  and  he  will  ever  be 
The  Rock  of  your  Salvation. 

If  distress  befall  you,  painful  though  it  be, 
Let  not  grief  appal  you — to  your  Saviour  flee; 
He  ever  near,  your  prayer  will  hear, 

And  calm  your  perturbation  ; 
The  waves  of  wo  shall  ne'er  o'erflow 
The  Rock  of  your  Salvation. 

When  earth's  prospects  fail  you,  let  it  not  distress ; 
Better  comforts  wait  you — Christ  will  surely  bless ; 
To  Jesus  flee — your  prop  he'll  be, 

Your  heav'nly  consolation ; 
For  griefs  below  cannot  o'erthrow 
The  Rock  of  your  Salvation. 

Dangers  may  approach  you,  let  them  not  alarm ; 
Christ  will  ever  watch  you,  and  protect  from  harm  ; 
He  near  you  stands,  with  mighty  hands 

To  ward  off  each  temptation ; 
To  Jesus  fly  ;  he's  ever  nigh, 
The  Rock  of  your  Salvation. 

Let  not  death  alarm  you,  shrink  not  from  his  blow; 
For  your  God  shall  arm  you,  and  victory  bestow; 
For  death  shall  bring  to  you  no  sting, 

The  grave  no  desolation  : 
'Tis  sweet  to  die  with  Jesus  nigh, 
The  Rock  of  your  Salvation. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  171 

SONG  94— C.  M.— [Arlington. 

Rise,  O  my  soul !  pursue  the  path 

By  ancient,  heroes  trod ; 
Ambitious  view  those  holy  men, 

Who  lived  and  walk'd  with  God. 

Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 

And  in  example  live ; 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 

Still  fresh  instruction  give. 

'Twas  through  theLamb's  mostpreciousblood 

They  conquer'd  ev'ry  foe ; 
And  to  his  power  and  matchless  grace 

Their  crowns  and  honor  owe. 

Lord,  may  we  ever  keep  in  view 

The  patterns  thou  hast  giv'n, 
And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  road 

Which  led  them  safe  to  heav'n. 

SONG  95— 8's.— [Aurora. 

How  shall  I  my  Saviour  set  forth? 

How  shall  I  his  beauties  declare1? 
O  how  shall  I  speak  of  his  worth, 

Or  what  his  chief  dignities  are  1 

His  angels  can  never  express, 

Nor  saints  who  sit  nearest  his  throne, 

How  rich  are  his  treasures  of  grace — 
No — this  is  a  secret  unknown. 


172  MISCELLANEOUS. 

In  him  all  the  fulness  of  God 

Forever  transcendently  shines ; 
Though  once  like  a  mortal  he  stood 

To  finish  his  gracious  designs. 

Though  once  he  was  nail'd  to  the  cross, 

Vile  rebels  like  me  to  set  free, 
His  glory  sustained  no  loss, 

Eternal  his  kingdom  shall  be. 

0  sinners  !  believe  and  adore 
This  Saviour  so  rich  to  redeem  ! 

No  creature  can  ever  explore 
The  treasures  of  goodness  in  him. 

Come,  all  you  who  see  yourselves  lost, 
And  feel  yourselves  burden'd  with  sin, 

Draw  near,  while  with  terror  you're  toss'd ; 
Obey,  and  your  peace  shall  begin. 

He  riches  has  ever  in  store, 

And  treasures  that  never  can  waste : 

Here's  pardon,  here's  grace — yea,  and  more, 
Here's  glory  eternal  at  last ! 


SONG  96— L.  M.— [Castlestreet. 

Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above, 
Who  dwells  in  light, whose  name  is  love; 
Come,  saints  and  angels,  if  you  can, 
Declare  the  love  of  God  to  man. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  173 

0  !  what  can  more  his  love  commend 
Than  his  beloved  Son  to  send, 
That  man  condemn 'd  to  die  might  live, 
And  God  be  glorious  to  forgive  ! 


Messiah's  come — with  joy  behold 
The  days  by  Prophets  long  foretold  : 
Judah  thy  royal  sceptre's  broke, 
And  time  confirms  what  Jacob  spoke. 

Daniel,  thy  weeks  are  all  expir'd, 
The  time  prophetic  seals  requir'd  j 
Cut  off  for  sins,  but  not  his  own 
Thy  Prince  Messiah  did  atone. 

Thy  famous  temple,  Solomon, 
I    Is  by  the  latter  far  outshone  ; 
It  wanted  not  thy  glitt'ring  store, 
Messiah's  presence  grac'd  it  more. 

We  see  the  prophecies  fulfill'd 
In  Jesus,  that  most  wondrous  child  ; 
1    His  birth,  his  life,  his  death  combine 
To  prove  his  character  divine. 


SONG  97— C.  M.— [Condescension. 

Jesus,  great  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 

To  thee  for  help  we  fly, 
Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep  ; 

For  0  !  the  wolf  is  nigh. 

He  comes,  of  hellish  malice  full, 

To  scatter,  tear,  and  slay ; 
He  seizes  every  straggling  soul, 

As  his  own  lawful  prey. 


174  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Us  into  thy  protection  take, 
And  gather  with  thy  arm ; 

Unless  thy  fold  we  first  forsake, 
The  wolf  can  never  harm. 

We  laugh  to  scorn  his  cruel  power, 
While  by  our  Shepherd's  side  ; 

The  sheep  he  never  can  devour, 
Unless  he  first  divide. 

O  do  not  suffer  him  to  part 
The  souls  that  here  agree ; 

But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart, 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee ! 

Together  let  us  sweetly  live, 

Together  let  us  die ; 
And  each  a  starry  crown  receive, 

And  reign  in  worlds  on  high  ! 


SONG  98— L.  M.— [Bristol. 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride ! 

Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ  my  Lord ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  thy  blood. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  176 

See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ; 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  ray  life,  my  all. 

SONG  99—6  times  8.— [Pittsburgh. 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

And  immortality  endures. 

Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God:  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train: 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure : 
He  saves  th'  oppress 'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

The  Lord  pours  eyesight  on  the  blind : 
The  Lord  supports  the  fainting  mind, 

He  sends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 

I'll  praise  him  while  he  gives  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

And  immortality  endures. 


176  MISCELLANEOUS. 

SONG  100— C.  U.—  [Leander. 

Go  on,  you  pilgrims,  while  below, 

In  the  sure  path  of  peace, 
Determin'd  nothing  else  to  know 

But  Jesus  and  his  grace. 

Observe  your  leader,  follow  him ; 

He  through  this  world  has  been ; 
Often  revil'd  ;  but,  like  a  lamb, 

Did  ne'er  revile  again. 

O  !  take  the  pattern  he  has  giv'n, 

And  love  your  enemies ; 
4.nd  learn  the  only  way  to  heav'n 

Through  self-denial  lies. 

Remember  you  must  watch  and  pray 
While  journeying  on  the  road, 

Lest  you  should  fall  out  by  the  way, 
And  wound  the  cause  of  God. 

Contend  for  nothing  but  the  fruit 
That  feeds  th'  immortal  mind ; 

For  fruitless  leaves  no  more  dispute, 
But  leave  them  to  the  wind. 

Go  on  rejoicing  night  and  day ; 

Your  crown  is  yet  before, 
Defy  the  trials  of  the  way, 

The  storm  will  soon  be  o'er. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  177 

Soon  we  shall  reach  the  promis'd  land. 

With  all  the  ransom'd  race, 
And  join  with  all  the  glorious  band, 

To  sing  redeeming  grace. 

There  shall  we  meet  to  sing  God's  praise, 

And  all  his  wonders  tell, 
And  triumph  in  redeeming  grace ; 

So,  brethren,  fare  you  well. 

SONG  101— C.  M— [New  Durham. 

Our  souls  are  in  the  Saviour's  hand, 

And  he  will  keep  them  still, 
And  you  and  I  shall  surely  stand 

With  him  on  Zion's  hill. 

Him  eye  to  eye  we  there  shall  see, 

Our  face  like  his  shall  shine ; 
O  !  what  a  glorious  company, 

When  saints  and  angels  join ! 

O !  what  a  joyful  meeting  there! 

In  robes  of  white  array  : 
Palms  in  our  hands  we  all  shall  bear, 

And  crowns  that  ne'er  decay  ! 

When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise, 

Than  when  we  first  begun. 

12  * 


178  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Then  let  us  hasten  to  the  day 

When  all  shall  be  brought  home : 

Come,  O  Redeemer!  come  away  ! 
O  Jesus  !  quickly  come ! 

SONG  102— CM.— [Mortals  Awake. 

He  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known, 

And  bore  our  sins  and  pains, 
Now  seated  on  th'  eternal  throne, 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns. 

His  hands  the  wheels  of  nature  guide 

With  sure  unerring  skill  ; 
And  countless  worlds,  extended  wide, 

Obey  his  sov'reign  will. 

While  harps  unnumber'd  sound  his  praise 

In  yonder  worlds  above, 
His  saints  on  earth  admire  his  ways, 

And  glory  in  his  love. 

This  land  through  which  his  pilgrims  go, 

Is  desolate  and  dry ; 
But  streams  of  grace  from  him  o'erflow, 

Their  thirst  to  satisfy. 

When  troubles,  like  a  burning  sun, 

Beat  heavy  on  their  head, 
To  this  high  Rock  for  rest  they  run, 

And  find  a  pleasing  shade. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  179 

How  glorious  he,  how  happy  they 

In  such  a  gen'rous  friend, 
Whose  love  secures  them  all  the  way, 

And  crowns  them  at  the  end. 


SONG  103—7,  G.—iPennsville. 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  dwell  with  him  above, 
To  drink  the  flowing-  fountain 

Of  everlasting-  love  1 
When  shall  I  be  deliver'd 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 

But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  Captain's  gone  before  : 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  tells  me  not  to  fear. 
And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 


Through  grace  I  am  determin'd 
To  conquer  though  I  die, 

And  then  away  to  Jesus 
On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 


180  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  them  both  adieu  : 
And  you,  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  the  way, 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
And  when  your  warfare's  ended, 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 

O  !  do  not  be  discourag'd, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend, 
And  if  you  long  for  knowledge, 

On  him  you  may  depend ; 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request ; 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

Now  to  the  Lord  be  glory 

For  his  redeeming  love  ! 
We'll  sing  the  wondrous  story 

In  brighter  worlds  above. 
We'll  shout  his  hallelujahs, 

And  join  the  heav'nly  song 
With  Noah,  Job,  and  Daniel, 

And  all  the  holy  throng. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  181 


SONG  104—8,  7.— [Absence. 

O  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  blessing1 ! 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  praise ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

Teach  me  ever  to  adore  thee, 
May  I  still  thy  goodness  prove, 

While  the  hope  of  endless  glory 
Fills  my  heart  with  joy  and  love. 

Here  I'll  raise  my  Ebenezer, 
Hither  by  thy  help  I've  come, 

And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 
Wand'ring  from  thy  fold,  O  God ! 

He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Did  redeem  me  by  his  blood  ! 

O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 
Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be ! 

Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  me  closer  still  to  thee ! 

Never  let  me  wander  from  thee, 
Never  leave  thee  whom  I  love ; 

By  thy  Word  and  Spirit  guide  me, 
Till  T  reach  thy  courts  above. 


182  MISCELLANEOUS. 

SONG  105— C.  M.— [Arlington. 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  praise  thy  name, 

My  King,  my  God  of  love ; 
My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same 

In  the  bright  world  above. 

Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown, 
And  let  his  praise  be  great : 

I'll  sing  the  honors  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  work  of  grace  repeat. 

Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  sacred  song 

Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  name, 
And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 

Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 
Shall  through  the  world  be  known, 

Thy  arm  of  power,  thy  heav'nly  state, 
With  public  splendor  shown. 

The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hand, 
The  saints  are  rul'd  by  love ; 

And  thy  eternal  kingdom  stands, 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  133 

SONG  10G— CM.— {Warwick. 

Why  do  we  mourn  departed  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  1 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 

To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

Are  we  not  upward  tending  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 

To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
Since  Christ  himself  within  it  lay, 

And  took  away  the  gloom. 

The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  bless'd, 

And  soften'd  ev'ry  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 

But  with  their  humbled  head  ] 

Thence  he  arose  ascending  high, 

And  show'd  our  feet  the  way ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  his  saints  shall  fly, 

At  the  great  rising  day. 

There  in  his  presence  we  shall  stand, 

And  celebrate  his  love; 
Angels  and  saints,  a  glorious  band, 

Shall  crowd  the  courts  above. 


164  MISCELLANEOUS. 

SONG  107— CM.— [Mar. 

Amazing  grace  !  (how  sweet  the  sound  !) 
That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me ! 

I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found ; 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come ; 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 

And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

The  Lord  has  promis'd  good  to  me, 

His  word  my  hope  secures ; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 

As  long  as  life  endures. 

Yes,  when  this  heart  and  flesh  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess  within  the  veil, 

A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

SONG  108— 7's.— [Redeeming  Love, 

Now  begin  the  heav'nly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name ; 
You  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

You,  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  you  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  185 

Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears  ; 
See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 

You,  alas  !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin, 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

Welcome  all  by  sin  oppress'd, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest : 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above- 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

He  subdued  th'  infernal  powers, 
Those  tremendous  foes  of  ours, 
From  their  cursed  empire  drove ; 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  cheerful  string ; 
Mortals,  join  the  hosts  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

SONG  109— C.  M.— [Sardinia. 

Asham'd  of  Christ!  our  souls  disdain 
The  mean,  ungen'rous  thought; 

Shall  we  disown  that  friend  whose  blood 
To  man  salvation  brought  1 


186  MISCELLANEOUS. 

With  the  glad  news  of  love  and  peace 
From  heav'n  to  earth  he  came ; 

For  us  endur'd  the  painful  cross, 
For  us  despis'd  the  shame. 

To  his  command  let  us  submit 

Ourselves  without  delay : 
Our  lives — yea,  thousand  lives  of  ours, 

His  love  can  ne'er  repay. 

Each  faithful  foll'wer  Jesus  views 

With  infinite  delight ; 
Their  lives  to  him  are  dear — their  death 

Is  precious  in  his  sight. 

To  bear  his  name — his  cross  to  bear — 

Our  highest  honor  this  ! 
Who  nobly  suffers  for  him  now 

Shall  reign  with  him  in  bliss. 

But  should  we,  in  the  evil  day, 

From  our  profession  fly, 
Jesus,  the  judge,  before  the  world 

The  traitors  will  deny. 

SONG  110— C.  M.—  [Cambridge. 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'Tis  music  to  my  ear; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 

That  all  the  earth  might  hear. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  187 

Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 

And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

All  that  my  ardent  soul  can  wish 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 

Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 

The  cordial  of  its  care. 

I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 

With  my  last  lab'ring  breath, 
And,  dying,  triumph  in  thy  cross, 

The  antidote  of  death. 

SONG  111— C.  M.— ICommumon. 

You  glitt'ring  toys  of  earth,  adieu  ; 

A  nobler  choice  be  mine  ; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view — 

A  treasure  all  divine. 

Away,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 

You  specious  baits  of  sense  ; 
Inestimable  worth  appears, 

The  pearl  of  price  immense! 


188  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown — 

O  name  divinely  sweet ! 
Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 

Wealth,  honor,  pleasure  meet. 

Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  call, 
Their  boasted  stores  resign, 

With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all, 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  possest, 
I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 

And  be  forever  blest. 

Blest  Sov'reign  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine; 
Accept  the  praise  that  love  inspires, 

Since  I  can  call  thee  mine ! 

SONG  112— 8's— [Elysium. 

My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love  ! 
His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim, 
And  join  with  the  armies  above 
To  shout  his  adorable  name. 

To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine 
Shall  be  my  eternal  employ, 
And  feel  them  incessantly  shine, 
My  boundless,  ineffable  joy. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  189 

You  palaces,  sceptres,  and  crowns, 
Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey ; 
Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds, 
And  pass  in  a  moment  away. 

The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows, 
Yon  permanent  sun  shall  outshine  ; 
My  joy  everlastingly  flows — 
My  God,  my  Redeemer,  is  mine. 

SONG  113— CM.— [Warwick. 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 

My  journey  I'll  pursue ; 
Hinder  me  not,  you  much  lov'd  saints, 

For  I  must  go  with  you. 

Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry, 

Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

Through  trials  and  through  sufT 'rings  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command  : 
Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 

To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, — 
Hinder  me  not — come,  welcome  death— 

I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 


190  MISCELLANEOUS. 

SONG  114— C.  M.— \Harmony  Grove. 

For  me,  O  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 

And  did  my  Sov'reign  die ! 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 

For  such  a  worm  as  I ! 

Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing-  pity,  grace  unknown, 

And  love  beyond  degree. 

Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  Lord,  was  crucified, 

For  man,  the  rebel's  sin. 

Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 
While  his  dear  cross  appears  ; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

But  tears  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 

'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

SONG  115— S.  M.— [America 

All  you  that  have  confess'd 

That  Jesus  is  the  Lord, 
And  to  his  people  join'd  yourselves, 

According  to  his  word  : — 


MISCELLANEOUS.  191 

In  Zion  you  must  dwell, 

Her  altar  ne'er  forsake; 
Must  come  to  all  her  solemn  leasts, 

Of  all  her  joys  partake. 

She  must  employ  your  thoughts, 

And  your  unceasing  care ; 
Her  welfare  be  your  constant  wish, 

And  her  increase  your  prayer. 

With  humbleness  of  mind, 

Among  her  sons  rejoice  : 
A  meek  and  quiet  spirit  is 

With  God  of  highest  price. 

iNever  offend,  nor  grieve 

Your  brethren  by  the  way  ; 
But  shun  the  dark  abodes  of  strife, 

Like  children  of  the  day. 

In  all  your  Saviour's  ways 

With  willing  footsteps  move ; 
Be  faithful  unto  death,  and  then 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 

SONG  116— C.  M.— [Fiducia. 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 

The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke, 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 

Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke ; 


193  MISCELLANEOUS. 

But  we  are  come  to  Zion  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 

And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

Behold  th'  innumerable  host 
Of  angels  cloth'd  in  light ! 

Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 
Where  faith  is  turn'd  to  sight ! 

Behold  the  blest  assembly  there, 
Whose  names  are  writ  in  heav'n ! 

And  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  vilest  sins  forgiv'n  ! 

Saints  here,  and  those  in  Jesus  dead, 
But  one  communion  make ; 

All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

In  such  society  as  this 

My  weary  soul  would  rest ; 

The  man  that  dwells  where  Jesus  is, 
Must  be  forever  bless'd. 

SONG  117— 7's.— [Cookham. 

'Tis  religion  that  can  give 
Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live  ; 
'Tis  religion  must  supply 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  103 

After  death,  its  joys  will  be 
Lasting  as  eternity ! 
Be  the  living  God  my  friend, 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 

SONG  118—7,  6.— [Missionary  Hymn. 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle; 
Though  ev'ry  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown, 
The  heathen,  in  their  blindness, 

Bow  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

By  wisdom  from  on  high ; 
Shall  we,  to  man  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
13 


194  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Salvation  !  O  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  name. 

Waft,  waft,  you  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  you  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole : 
Till,  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King-,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

SONG  119— S.  M— [Idumea. 

To  God,  the  only  wise, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

'Xis  his  almighty  love, 
His  counsels  and  his  care, 

Preserve  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  snare. 

He  will  present  our  souls, 
Unblemish'd  and  complete, 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  195 

Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne ; 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 

And  make  his  wonders  known. 

SONG  120— S.  M— [S&  Thomas. 

To  bless  thy  chosen  race, 

In  mercy,  Lord,  incline; 
And  cause  the  brightness  of  thy  face 

On  all  thy  saints  to  shine ; 

That  so  thy  wondrous  way 

May  through  the  world  be  known, 

While  distant  lands  their  tribute  pay, 
And  thy  salvation  own. 

Let  diff'ring  nations  join 

To  celebrate  thy  fame  ; 
Let  all  the  world,  O  Lord,  combine 

To  praise  thy  glorious  name. 

0  let  them  shout  and  sing 

With  joy  and  pious  mirth  ; 
For  thou,  the  righteous  Judge  and  King, 

Shalt  govern  all  the  earth. 

SONG  121— 7's,  8's.— [Evesham. 

Bless'd  be  thy  name  forever, 
Thou  of  life  the  guard  and  giver ; 
Thou  dost  guard  thy  children  sleeping, 
Ever  safe  while  in  thy  keeping. 


196  MISCELLANEOUS. 

We  have  seen  thy  wondrous  might 
Through  the  shadows  of  the  night; 
Thou  who  slumb'rest  not,  nor  sleepest, 
Bless'd  are  they  thou  kindly  keepest. 

God  of  ev'ning's  yellow  ray, 
God  of  yonder  dawning  day, 
That  rises  from  the  distant  sea, 
Like  breathings  of  eternity. 

Thine  the  flaming  orbs  of  light ; 
Thine  the  darkness  of  the  night; 
Thine  are  all  the  gems  of  even — 
God  of  angels,  God  of  heaven. 

Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 
Dwell  forever  in  my  heart; 
God  of  life  that  fade  shall  never, 
Glory  to  thy  name  forever. 

SONG  123— C.  M.—lCokskill. 

O  God,  thy  gifts  of  tender  love 

Are  ev'ry  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 

Distil  like  early  dew. 

Thou  spread'st  the  curtain  of  the  night, 
To  guard  our  sleeping  hours ; 

Thy  sov'reign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  wakes  the  drowsy  powers. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  197 

We  yield  ourselves  to  thy  command, 

To  thee  devote  our  days ; 
For  constant  blessings  from  thy  hand, 

Demand  our  constant  praise. 

SONG  123— S.  M.— Evening  Shade. 

The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  ev'ning  shades  appear ; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well, 

The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest, 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 

Of  what  we  now  possess. 

Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  ev'ry  fear, 
Beneath  the  pinions  of  thy  love, 

Till  morning  light  appear. 

And  when  we  early  rise, 

To  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 

And  after  glory  run, 

And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 

The  bosom  of  thy  love. 


198  MISCELLANEOUS. 

SONG  124— S.  M.— [Idumea 

The  morning  light  returns, 

The  sun  begins  to  shine; 
Now  let  our  souls  in  haste  arise, 

To  run  the  race  divine. 

We  praise  the  Father's  love, 

Who  kept  us  through  the  night: 

O  may  his  kindness  be  our  song, 
His  pleasure  our  delight. 

While  passing  through  this  day, 

Lord,  we  implore  thy  care, 
To  guide  us  on  the  heav'nly  way, 

And  guard  from  ev'ry  snare. 

And  when  our  life  shall  close, 

O  may  it  be  in  peace ; 
May  we  lie  down  in  sweet  repose, 

And  wake  in  endless  bliss. 

SONG  125— S.  M.— [Watchman. 

See  how  the  rising  sun 

Pursues  his  shining  way  ; 
And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise, 

With  ev'ry  bright'ning  ray. 

Thus  would  my  rising  soul 

Its  heav'nly  parent  sing; 
And  to  its  great  Original 

An  humble  tribute  brinsr. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  199 

Serene  I  laid  me  down, 

Beneath  his  guardian  care  ; 
1  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 

My  kind  preserver  near. 

My  life  I  would  anew 

Devote,  O  Lord,  to  thee ; 
And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 

A  long  eternity. 

SONG  126— S.  M.—  lCranbrook. 

Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound, 

Harmonious  to  the  ear  ; 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

Grace  first  contriv'd  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 

Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

Grace  led  our  wand'ring  feet 

To  tread  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  we  meet, 

While  pressing  on  to  God. 

Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heav'n  the  topmost  stone, 

And  well  deserves  our  praise. 


200  MISCELLANEOUS. 


SONG  127— C.  M.— Canaan. 

On  Zion,  his  own  holy  mount, 

God  has  a  feast  prepar'd, 
And  Israel's  sons  and  Gentile  lands 

Have  in  the  banquet  shared. 

Marrow  and  fatness  are  the  food 
His  bounteous  hand  bestows  ; 

Wine  on  the  lees,  and  well  refin'd, 
In  rich  abundance  flows. 

Se.e  to  the  vilest  of  the  vile 

A  free  acceptance  giv'n ! 
See  rebels  by  adopting  grace 

Sit  with  the  heirs  of  heav'n ! 

The  pain'd,  the  sick,  the  dying,  now 

To  ease  and  health  restor'd, 
With  eager  appetites  partake 

The  dainties  of  the  board. 

But  O  !  what  pleasant  draughts  unknown, 

What  dainties  shall  be  giv'n, 
When  with  the  myriads  round  the  throne, 

We  join  the  feast  of  heav'n  ! 

There  joys  immeasurably  high 

Shall  overflow  the  soulf 
And  springs  of  life,  that  never  dry 

In  thousand  channels  roll. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  201 

SONG  128— S.  M.— [Ninety-third. 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace ; 
Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay, 

And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 
•To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late — 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  you  come; 
And  every  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

SONG  129— L.  M.— [Weston. 

Wisdom  divine  ordain'd  the  plan 
To  save  rebellious,  fallen  man ; 
Attend,  you  sons  of  men,  give  ear; 
The  righteousness  of  God  is  near. 

The  Saviour  sends  the  heralds  forth, 
From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north, 
Go  preach  to  all — to  Israel  first, 
Believe,  repent,  and  be  immers'd. 

In  spirit  Peter  preach'd  aloud 
To  the  astonish'd,  list'ning  crowd  ; 
Convinc'd,  they  cry — What  shall  we  do 
T'  escape  from  everlasting  wo  1 


202  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Reform,  he  cried — in  Jesus'  name 
Be  all  immers'd,  despise  the  shame  ; 
Remission  full  the  Lord  will  give, 
The  Spirit  too  you  shall  receive. 

This  is  the  way  ordain'd  by  God 
To  enter  his  divine  abode — 
His  church  on  earth — come,  enter  in, 
No  longer  serve  the  tyrant  sin. 

Haste  and  escape  the  threat'ning  storm  ; 
Believe  in  Jesus,  and  reform  ; 
Rise — be  immers'd  without  delay, 
And  wash  your  num'rous  sins  away. 

SONG  130— L.  M—  [Majesty  New. 

My  Christian  friends  in  bonds  of  love, 
Whose  hearts  the  sweetest  union  prove  ; 
Your  friendship's  like  the  strongest  band, 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

Your  presence'  sweet,  our  union  dear, 
What  joys  we  feel  together  here  ! 
And  when  I  see  that  we  must  part, 
You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 

How  sweet  the  hours  have  pass'd  away, 
Since  we  have  met  to  sing  and  prajr ; 
How  loath  are  we  to  leave  the  place 
Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face. 

O  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  would  it  cheer  my  fainting  mind  ! 
But  pilgrims  in  a  foreign  land, 
We  oft  must  take  the  parting  hand. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  303 

My  Christian  friends,  both  old  and  young, 

I  trust  you  will  in  Christ  go  on  : 

Press  on,  and  soon  you'll  win  the  prize- 

A  crown  of  glory  in  the  skies. 

A  few  more  days,  or  years  at  most, 

And  we  shall  reach  fair  Canaan's  coast, 

When  in  that  holy,  happy  land, 

We'll  take  no  more  the  parting  hand. 

O  blessed  day  !  0  glorious  hope  ! 

My  sou]  rejoices  at  the  thought, 

WThen  in  that  holy,  happy  land, 

We'll  take  no  more  the  parting  hand. 

SONG  131— L.  M.— [Devotion 
Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast, 
Let  ev'ry  soul  be  Jesus'  guest; 
You  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  has  bidden  all  mankind. 

Hark  !  'tis  the  Saviour's  gracious  call, 
The  invitation  is  to  all ;  ' 

Come,  all  the  world — come,  sinner,  thou  ; 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

Come,  all  you  souls  by  sin  oppress'd, 

You  weary  wand'rers  after  rest ; 

You  poor,  and  maim'd,  and  halt,  and  blind, 

In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

The  message,  as  from  God,  receive, 

You  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live  ; 

O  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain, 

Nor  suffer  him  to  call  in  vain. 

This  is  the  time — no  more  delay  ; 

The  Saviour  calls  you  all  to-day: 

O  may  his  call  effectual  prove  ! 

Accept  the  offers  of  his  love  ! 


204  MISCELLANEOUS. 

SONG  132— C.  M.— [Communion. 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds, 

In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 

And  drives  away  his  fear. 

It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

Dear  name !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 
My  shield  and  hiding  place ; 

My  never-failing  treas'ry,  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

By  thee  my  pray'rs  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defil'd  ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 

And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

Jesus !  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 
My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 

But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  306 

Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 

With  ev'ry  fleeting  breath, 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 

Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

SONG  133— C.  M— [Pisgah. 

Since  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 

And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

Should  earth  against  my  soul  engagei 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 
Then  I  would  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 

My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all. 

There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

SONG  134—7,  6.— iPennvsillc. 
Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 

Before  you  farther  go ! 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo! 


206  MISCELLANEOUS. 

All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

Sins  of  a  crimson  die  ; 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  what  can  you  reply  ? 

Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 

When  judgment  he'll  proclaim, 
And  the  earth  shall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  1 

Though  your  hearts  be  made  of  steel. 

Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass : 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

Who  now  despise  his  grace, 
1  Rocks  and  mountains,  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face  !' 

But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know ; 
Though  his  arm  be  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow  : 
'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  died, 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come ; 
None  who  come  shall  be  denied, 

He  says,  "There  still  is  room.' 


MISCELLANEOUS.  207 

SONG   135— 10,  11.— [Sf.  Meifod. 

0  tell  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store, 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er ; 
A  country  I've  found  where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy  ground. 

The  soul  that  obeys  in  glory  shall  live, 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive ; 
My  soul,  don't  delay — he  calls  thee  away ; 
Rise,  follow  tljy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad  day. 

No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow, 

What  light,  strength,  and  comfort !     Go  after  him, 

go: 
Lo  !  onward  I  move  to  a  city  above  ; 
None  guesses  how  wondrous  my  journey  will  prov 

Great  spoils  I  shall  win  from  death,  hell,  and  sin, 
Midst  outward  afflictions  shall  feel  Christ  within  ; 
And  when  I'm  to  die,  receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  has  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 

But  this  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  join'd, 
He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind  j 
So  this  is  the  race  I'm  running  through  grace, 
Henceforth,  till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's  face. 

Now  'tis  my  care,  that  my  neighbours  may  share 
Those  blessings — to  seek  them  will  none  of  you 

dare  ? 
In  bondage,  0  why !  in  death  will  you  lie, 
When  Jesus  assures  you  free  grace  is  so  nigh  ! 


206  MISCELLANEOUS. 

SONG  136— C.  M.— [Condescension. 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve ; 

Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  Tast  resolve : — 

I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Has  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
His  kingdom  now  I'll  enter  in, 

Whatever  may  oppose. 

Humbly  I'll  bow  at  his  command. 

And  there  my  guilt  confess; 
I'll  own  I  am  a  wretch  undone 

Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

urely  he  will  accept  my  plea, 
For  he  has  bid  me  come ; 
Forthwith  I'll  rise,  and  to  him  flee* 
For  yet,  he  says,  there's  room. 

1  cannot  perish  if  I  go ; 

I  am  resolv'd  to  try  : 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

I  must  forever  die. 

SONG  137— C.  M.—[Northfield. 

How  much  the  drooping  hearts  revive 

Of  those  who  fear  the  Lord, 
When  sinners  dead  are  made  alive 

By  his  reviving  word  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  200 

The  servants  of  the  Lord  rejoice, 
*  When  souls  receive  the  word — 
When  ransom'd  sinners  hear  his  voice, 
Return  and  love  the  Lord. 

The  church  of  God  their  praises  join, 

And  of  salvation  sing ; 
They  glorify  the  grace  divine 

Of  their  victorious  King. 

In  heav'n  above,  th'  angelic  throng 

Around  the  throne  rejoice; 
But  sinners  sav'd  should  swell  the  6ong 

With  loudest,  sweetest  voice. 

SONG  138— ll's.— [Bower  of  Prayer. 

I  would  not  live  always:  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way , 
The  few  cloudy  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes— full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

I  would  not  live  always:  no— welcome  the  tomb, 
Since  Jesus  has  lain  there,  I'll  enter  its  gloom  ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

Who,  who  would  live  always  away  from  his  God- 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode: 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright  plaine, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  1 

Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 

1 


210  MISCELLANEOUS. 

SONG  139— 8's,  6— [Meseiah. 

The  Son  of  Man  they  did  betray ; 
He  was  condemn'd,  and  led  away, 
Think,  O  my  soul,  on  that  dread  day, 

Look  on  Mount  Calvary ; 
Behold  him,  lamb-like,  led  along 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng, 
Aecus'd  by  ev'ry  lying  tongue, 
And  then  the  Lamb  of  God  they  hung 

Upon  the  shameful  tree. 

'Twas  thus  the  glorious  sufFrer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feet  nail'd  to  the  wood ; 
From  ev'ry  wound  a  stream  of  blood 

Came  flowing  down  amain; 
His  bitter  sighs  all  nature  shook, 
And  at  his  voice  the  rocks  were  broke, 
The  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook 
While  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mock'd, 

And  laughed  at  his  pain. 

Now,  hung  between  the  earth  and  skies, 

Behold  !  in  agony  he  dies ; 

O,  sinners,  hear  his  mournful  cries, 

Come,  see  his  tort'ring  pain! 
The  morning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
Blush'd,  and  refus'd  to  view  the  sight, 
The  azure  cloth'd  in  robes  of  night, 
All  nature  mourn'd,  and  stood  affright, 

When  Christ  the  Lord  was  slain. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  211 

All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  the  sky; 

Who  sent  his  Son  to  bleed  and  die, 

Glory  to  him  be  giv'n: 
While  heav'n  above  his  praise  resounds, 

0  Zion,  sing — his  grace  abounds ; 

1  hope  to  shout  eternal  rounds, 

In  flaming  love  that  knows  no  bounds, 
When  glorified  in  heav'n. 


SONG  140— 8,7.— r- 

Dark  and  thorny  is  *' 

Through  which 
But  beyond  this  v.      -  .  oorrow 

Lie  the  realms  of  endless  day. 
Dear  young  soldiers,  do  not  murmur 

At  the  troubles  of  the  way : 
Meet  the  tempest — fight  with  courage; 

Never  faint,  but  often  pray. 


He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation — 

He  that  bids  the  planets  roll — 
He  that  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole 
Jesus,  Jesus  will  defend  you  ; 

Trust  in  him,  and  him  alone  ; 
He  has  shed  his  blood  to  save  you, 

And  will  bring  you  to  his  throne. 


912  MISCELLANEOUS. 

There  on  flow'ry  fields  of  pleasure, 

And  the  hills  of  endless  rest, 
Joy,  and  peace,  and  love,  shall  ever 

Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast : 
There  ten  thousand  flaming  seraphs 

Fly  across  the  heav'nly  plain ; 
There  they  sing  immortal  praises — 

Glory,  glory  is  their  theme. 


sweeter  concert 
}  arches  ring, 
^ion, 

sing: 
j  can  paint  those  soi     of  glory, 
iansom'd  souls  that  dwell  on  high, 
ho  with  golden  harps  forever 
Sound  redemption  through  the  sky  1 


See  the  heav'nly  host  in  rapture, 

Gazing  on  these  shining  bands ; 
Wond'ring  at  their  costly  garments, 

And  the  laurels  in  their  hands ; 
There  upon  the  golden  pavement, 

See  the  ransom'd  march  along ! 
While  the  splendid  courts  of  glory 

Sweetly  echo  with  their  song ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  213 

Here  I  see  the  under  shepherds, 

And  the  flocks  they  fed  below ; 
Here,  with  joy,  they  dwell  together, 

Jesus  is  their  shepherd  now. 
Hail !  you  happy,  happy  spirits  ! 

Welcome  to  the  blissful  plain ! 
Glory,  honor,  and  salvation  ! 

Reign,  sweet  Shepherd,  ever  reign! 

SONG  141— L.  M.— [Majesty  Nevj. 

My  God,  my  heart  with  love  inflame, 
That  I  may  in  thy  holy  name 
Aloud  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  raise  my  voice. 

No  more  let  my  ungrateful  heart 
One  moment  from  thy  praise  depart ; 
But  live  and  sing,  in  sweet  accord, 
The  glories  of  my  sov'reign  Lord. 

Jesus  !  thou  hope  of  glory,  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  constant  home  ; 
Through  all  the  remnant  of  my  days, 
O  let  me  speak  and  live  thy  praise  ! 

Incessantly  I  wish  to  pray, 

And  live  rejoicing  every  day, 

And  give  thee  thanks  for  every  thing, 

And  sing  and  pray,  and  pray  and  sing. 

In  thine  embrace  I  then  would  die, 
And  rise  to  worlds  of  endless  joy, 
Till  Christ  the  Lord  in  clouds  shall  come, 
And  Michael's  trump  shall  rend  my  tomb. 


214  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Then  from  the  dust  of  death  I'll  spring, 
And  shout,  0  death,  where  is  thy  sting . 
0  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ! 
I'll  ting  through  all  eternity. 


SONG  142— 7,  8— [Beulah. 

There  is  a  land  of  pleasure, 

Where  peace  and  joy  forever  roll ; 
'Tis  there  I  have  my  treasure, 

And  there  I  long  to  rest  my  soul. 
Long  darkness  dwelt  around  me, 

With  scarcely  once  a  cheering  ray ; 
But  since  the  Saviour  found  me, 

A  lamp  has  shone  along  my  way. 

My  way  is  full  of  danger, 

But  'tis  the  path  that  leads  to  God, 
And  like  a  faithful  soldier, 

I'll  march  along  the  heav'nly  road : 
Now  I  must  gird  my  sword  on, 

My  breastplate,  helmet,  and  my  shield, 
And  fight  the  host  of  Satan, 

Until  I  reach  the  heav'nly  field. 

Jordan  shall  not  affright  me, 

Although  'tis  deeper  than  the  grave ; 
If  Jesus  stand  beside  me, 

I'll  smoothly  ride  upon  its  wave. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  21/ 

His  word  has  calm'd  the  ocean, 

His  word  has  cheer'd  the  gloomy  vale ; 

O  may  this  friend  be  with  me, 

When  through  the  gates  of  death  I  sail. 

Soon  the  archangel's  trumpet 

Shall  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature 

Shall  in  a  moment  cease  to  roll ; 
Then  we  shall  see  the  Saviour, 

With  shining  ranks  of  angels  come, 
To  execute  his  vengeance, 

And  take  his  ransom'd  people  home. 


SONG  143— C.  M.—[(hlesMU. 

Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
Preserv'd,  O  Lord,  by  thee, 

Again  we  hail  the  cheerful  light, 
Again  we  bow  the  knee. 

Preserve  us,  Lord,  throughout  the  day, 
And  guide  us  by  thine  arm; 

For  they  are  safe,  and  only  they, 
Whom  thou  preserv'st  from  harm. 

Let  all  our  words  and  all  our  way3 

Declare  that  we  are  thine, 
That  so  the  light  of  truth  and  grace 

Before  the  world  may  shine. 


316  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Let  us  ne'er  turn  away  from  thee ; 

Blest  Saviour,  hold  us  fast, 
Till,  with  immortal  eyes,  we  see 

Thy  glorious  face  at  last. 

SONG  144— C.  M.— [Delacourt. 

Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone, 

Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 

And  his  eternal  praise  ! 

Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 

And  saints  adore  the  name ; 
They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here, 

Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 

The  foolish  builders,  scribe,  and  priest, 

Reject  it  with  disdain; 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  shall  rest, 

And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood, 

Yet  must  this  building  rise  : 
'Tis  thy  own  work,  Almighty  God, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

SONG  145— L.  M.— [ZiotL 
Hail  !  morning  known  among  the  blest ! 
Morning  of  hope,  and  joy,  and  love, 
Of  heavenly  peace  and  holy  rest ; 
Pledge  of  the  endless  rest  above  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  217 

Bless'd  be  the  Father  of  our  Lord, 
Who  from  the  dead  has  brought  his  Son  J 
Hope  to  the  lost  was  then  restor'd, 
And  everlasting  glory  won. 

Scarce  morning  twilight  had  begun 
To  chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
When  Christ  arose — unseating  Sun 
The  dawn  of  joy's  eternal  day  ! 

Mercy  look'd  down  with  smiling  eye, 
When  our  Immanuel  left  the  dead ; 
Faith  mark'd  his  bright  ascent  on  high, 
And  hope  with  gladness  rais'd  her  head. 

God's  goodness  let  us  bear  in  mind, 
Who  to  his  saints  this  day  has  giv'n, 
For  rest  and  serious  joy  design'd, 
To  fit  us  for  the  bliss  of  heav'n. 

SONG   146— L.  M.—[Majesty  New. 

The  Lord  of  lords  and  King  of  kings 
In  realms  of  bliss  exalted  reigns ; 
Ah  !  who  can  touch  the  trembling  strings, 
And  hymn  his  praise  with  equal  strains  ? 

The  grandeur  of  his  works  may  show, 
In  beams  of  lasting,  heav'nly  light, 
To  all  who  love  their  radiant  glow, 
The  wisdom  of  his  boundless  might. 

But,  Zion,  on  thy  portals  fair. 
His  wondrous  name  resplendent  shines, 
And  ev'ry  child  of  wisdom  there 
Shall  read  it  in  the  clearest  lines. 


218  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Yes,  there  we  learn  that  God  is  love ! 
The  lucid  truth  let  angel  choirs 
(Circling  the  shining  throne  above) 
Resound  upon  their  golden  lyres. 

With  deep  astonishment  they  saw 
Immanuel,  the  Virgin's  son  ! 
And  heard,  with  fix'd  and  sacred  awe, 
The  Lord  of  glory  cry,  'Tis  done  ! 

But  quit  the  endless  theme,  my  soul, 
And  wait  resign 'd  a  brighter  day, 
Above  mortality's  control, 
To  wake  a  more  enraptur'd  lay. 

ThG  crown  of  life,  the  harp  of  gold, 
And  palm  of  vict'ry,  all  proclaim, 
That  nobler  songs  shall  yet  unfold 
The  glories  of  Jehovah's  name. 

SONG  141— L.  M.— [Windham. 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee: 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glory  shines  through  endless  days 

Asham'd  of  Jesus  !     Sooner  far, 
Let  ev'ning  blush  to  own  a  star  ! 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  thi6  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

Asham'd  of  Jesus  !     Just  as  soon 
Let  morning  be  asham'd  of  noon  : 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  219 

Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend  ! 
No !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

Asham'd  of  Jesus  !     Yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain— 
Till  then  I'll  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And  0  !  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me  ! 

SONG  148— L.  M.— [Portugal. 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  conqu'ring  grace, 
Which  crowns  the  gospel  with  success, 
Subjecting  rebels  to  thy  yoke, 
And  bringing  to  the  fold  thy  flock. 

May  those  who  have  thy  truth  confess'd, 
As  their  own  faith,  and  hope,  and  rest, 
From  day  to  day  still  more  increase 
In  faith,  in  love,  in  holiness  ! 

As  living  members  may  they  share 
The  joys  and  griefs  which  others  bear, 
And  active  in  their  stations  prove, 
In  all  the  offices  of  love. 

From  all  temptations  now  defend, 
And  keep  them  steadfast  to  the  end ; 
While  in  thy  house  they  still  improve, 
:    Until  they  join  the  church  above  ! 


220  MISCELLANEOUS. 


john's  baptism. 

SONG  149— C.  M.— [Mount  Nebo. 

TJpon  the  banks  of  Jordan  stood 

The  great  reformer,  John, 
And  pointed  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  long  expected  one. 

He  loud  proclaim'd  the  coming  leign, 

And  told  them  to  reform ; 
If  they  God's  favor  would  obtain, 

And  shun  the  gath'ring  storm. 

He  bade  all  those  who  would  repent, 

Forthwith  to  be  immers'd, 
Assuring  them  that  God  had  sent 

The  message  he  rehears'd. 

Forsake  your  sins,  the  Baptist  said, 

That  you  may  be  forgiv'n ; 
Forsake  them  now,  and  be  immers'd, 

For  near's  the  reign  of  heav'n. 

Thus  did  the  man  of  God  prepare 

A  people  for  the  Lord  ; 
To  him  did  all  the  Jews  repair, 

Who  trusted  in  his  word. 

But  now  the  reign  of  God  has  come, 

That  reign  of  grace  below, 
And  Jesus  reigns  upon  God's  throne, 

Remission  to  bestow. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  22J 

He  bids  all  nations  look  to  him, 

As  Prince  of  Life  and  Peace ; 
And  offers  pardon  to  all  them 

Who  now  accept  his  grace. 

PAUL  AND  SILAS  IN  THE  PHILIPPIAN  JAIL 

SONG  150— L.  M— [Scotch  Air. 

Tis  darkness  here,  but  Jesus  smiles, 
His  presence  ev'ry  pain  beguiles  ; 
He  has  the  wine  that  cheers  the  soul, 
The  oil  that  makes  the  wounded  whole. 

While  silence  reigns  as  in  the  tomb, 
And  midnight  spreads  her  deepest  gloom; 
Come,  let  our  tongues  an  anthem  raise, 
And  sing  our  great  Physician's  praise. 

Though  fast  our  feet  within  these  stocks, 
Our  hands  secur'd  with  numerous  locks, 
No  iron  chains  our  thoughts  can  bind, 
There  are  no  fetters  for  the  mind. 

Though  we  are  bound,  the  word  is  free, 
The  truth  cannot  imprison'd  be; 
The  word  shall  visit  ev'ry  land, 
Though  kings  and  people  all  withstand. 

The  word  of  life  which  Jesus  sent, 
i   Jail,  chains,  and  swords  cannot  prevent; 
!   Man  cannot  keep  the  world  in  night, 
I   For  God  has  said,  Let  there  be  light. 


222  MISCELLANEOUS. 

To  Jesus  let  our  praise  ascend, 
His  care  for  us  shall  never  end ; 
He  felt  our  griefs,  he  bore  our  pains, 
His  blood  has  wash'd  us  from  our  stains. 

From  all  our  sins  he  set  us  free, 
The  light  of  life  he  made  us  see, 
From  Satan's  bondage  gave  release, 
And  fill'd  our  souls  with  joy  and  peace. 

He  bade  us  speak  his  love  abroad, 
And  tell  the  mercies  of  our  God; 
And  shall  we  cease  to  spread  his  fame, 
Because  of  prisons,  stripes,  or  shame  ) 

No — 'tis  our  choice  to  bear  his  cross ; 
For  him  all  things  we  count  but  loss ; 
Our  joy,  for  him  to  suffer  shame ; 
Our  honor,  still  to  bear  his  name. 

One  smile  from  him  all  pains  repays, 
One  word  of  peace  all  griefs  allays ; 
With  him  in  glory  to  appear 
Will  compensate  our  sufferings  here. 

His  presence  now  this  prison  cheers, 
Relieves  our  pains,  dispels  our  fears ; 
His  presence,  then,  our  heads  will  crown 
With  endless  glory  and  renown. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  223 


SONG  151— 8's,  6.— [Harmony. 

Come,  let  us  sing  the  coming  fate 
Of  mystic  Babylon  the  Great — 

Her  doom  is  drawing  near : 
Jesus  now  comes  on  earth  to  reign, 
His  cause  and  people  to  maintain — 

For  them  he'll  soon  appear. 

Before  him  flows  a  fiery  stream, 

The  heav'ns  above  with  lightnings  gleam, 

A  thousand  thunders  roar : 
A  heav'nly  host  with  him  descends, 
His  voice  to  all  the  earth  extends, 

His  saints  now  grieve  no  more. 

Eclips'd  by  glory  so  divine, 
I  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  refuse  to  shine, 
The  spheres  now  cease  to  roll : 
Earth,  wrapt  in  darkness  deep  as  night, 
With  horror  stricken  at  the  sight, 
Now  quakes  from  pole  to  pole. 

Angels  of  light,  at  his  command, 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand,  stand 

Waiting  his  voice  to  hear : 
The  fiery  cherubs  spread  their  wings. 
The  air  with  loud  hosannas  rings, 

While  all  his  saints  draw  near. 


224  MISCELLANEOUS. 

The  day  of  recompense  has  come, 
His  people  all  are  gatn'ring  home, 

With  joy  they  hear  his  voice: 
The  promis'd  curse,  the  threaten'd  woes, 
Combin'd,  now  fall  upon  his  foes, 

The  martyrs  all  rejoice. 


She  who  the  Twelve  Apostles  griev'd, 
And  by  her  sorceries  deceiv'd 

All  nations  of  the  world, 
Now  looks  with  anguish  at  their  bliss, 
Then  sinks  into  the  vast  abyss, 

To  endless  ruin  hurl'd. 


The  living  saints,  and  all  the  dead, 
Now  gather  round  their  glorious  head, 

And  reign  with  him  below 
An  endless  age  of  perfect  peace, 
Of  love,  and  joy,  and  righteousness, 

Exempt  from  every  wo. 

Then  let  us  keep  the  end  in  view, 
And  ever  on  our  way  pursue, 

The  crown  is  yet  before : 
A  few  short  days  the  conflict's  done, 
The  battle's  fought,  the  prize  is  won, 

And  we  shall  toil  no  more. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  22S 

SONG  152— P.  M.— [Italian  Mk 

Hail  !  all  you  hosts  of  seraphs  bright, 
I  come  to  join  your  comp'ny, 

Here  to  partake  your  pure  delight, 
And  join  your  sacred  symph'ny. 

My  pains  have  ceas'd,  my  cares  are  o'er, 

I  now  have  reach'd  the  blissful  shore, 

And  scenes  of  joy  before  me  rise, 

All  heaven  bursts  upon  my  eyes. 

0 !  sound  his  praise^  you  heavenly  choir, 
Who  sav'd  me  from  the  flaming  Jirt. 

No  more  shall  earth's  poor  honors  gain 

One  moment's  veneration ; 
With  fleeting  joys  for  me  in  vain 

Shall  Satan  spread  temptation. 
I've  fought  the  fight,  nor  could  I  yield, 
For  Jesus  was  my  glorious  shield ; 
And  now  I'll  give,  in  realms  above, 
The  glory  to  my  Saviour's  love. 

Lo !  angel  bands,  with  paeans  sweet, 

The  raptur'd  soul  entrancing, 
Lead  me  the  martyr'd  saints  to  meet, 

In  joyful  troops  advancing. 
I  find  my  Christian  neighbors  here, 
My  brethren  and  my  friends  so  dear, 
And  now,  before  th'  eternal  throne, 
My  Jesus  claims  me  for  his  own ! 
15 


226  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Here  reigns  the  Father  of  my  Lord, 

In  light  effulgent  dwelling, 
By  all  in  heav'n  and  earth  ador'd, 

All  praises  far  excelling. 
Around  his  throne  the  lightnings  play, 
And  elders,  ranged  in  bright  array, 
Blessing  and  glory  give,  and  pow'r, 
To  him  that  lives  for  evermore. 

Here  may  I,  rob'd  in  garments  bright, 

Enjoy  unfailing  treasure ; 
Or  bathe  in  pure  ethereal  light, 

And  drink  of  living  pleasure ; 
Where  moments  fly  on  angel  wings, 
And  new  delight  each  moment  brings, 
Where  life,  and  love,  and  peace  remain, 
And  through  eternal  ages  reign. 
0 !  sound  his  praise,  &c. 

SONG  153— C.  M.— [Irish. 

When  langor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 

Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains 
And  long  to  fly  away : 

Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love ; 
Sweet  to  look  upwards  to  the  place 

Where  Jesus  pleads  above: 


MISCELLANEOUS,  227 

Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 

Eternal  joys  my  own. 

Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope, 
That  when  my  change  shall  come, 

Angels  shall  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home  : 

Sweet  in  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 
Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 

For  all  things  to  depend. 

If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 

Immediately  from  Thee ! 

O  may  the  unction  of  these  truths 

Forever  with  me  stay ; 
Till,  from  her  sin-worn  cage  dismissed, 

My  spirit  flies  away. 

SONG  154— C.  M.— [Devizes. 

In  ev'ry  trouble  sharp  and  strong, 

My  soul  to  Jesus  flies  ; 
My  anchor-hold  is  firm  in  him, 

When  swelling  billows  rise. 


228  MISCELLANEOUS. 

His  comforts  bear  my  spirits  up, 

I  trust  a  faithful  God, 
The  sure  foundation  of  my  hope 

Is  in  a  Saviour's  blood. 

Loud  hallelujahs  sing,  my  soul, 
To  thy  Redeemer's  name ; 

In  joy  and  sorrow,  life  and  death, 
His  love  is  still  the  same. 


SONG  155— L.  M— [Truro. 

See  how  the  willing  converts  trace 
The  path  their  great  Redeemer  trod  ! 
And  follow  through  the  liquid  grave, 
The  meek,  the  lowly  Son  of  God ! 

Here  they  renounce  their  former  deeds, 
And  to  a  heav'nly  life  aspire ; 
Their  rags  for  glorious  robes  exchang'd, 
They  shine  in  clean  and  bright  attire ' 

O  sacred  rite  !  by  thee  the  name 
Of  Jesus  we  to  own  begin  : 
This  is  our  resurrection  pledge — 
Pledge  of  the  pardon  of  our  sin. 

Glory  to  God  on  high  be  giv'n, 
Who  shows  his  grace  to  sinful  men ! 
Let  saints  on  earth  and  hosts  in  heav'n, 
In  concert  join  the  loud  Amen  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  229 

SONG  156— C.  M.—  [China. 

How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave, 
Where  life's  vain  tumults  past; 

Th'  appointed  place,  by  Heav'n's  decree, 
Receives  us  all  at  last. 

There  servants,  masters,  small  and  great, 

Partake  the  same  repose  ; 
And  there  in  peace  the  ashes  mix 

Of  those  who  once  were  foes. 

All,  levell'd  by  the  hand  of  death, 

Lie  sleeping  in  the  tomb, 
Till  God  in  judgment  calls  them  forth 

To  meet  their  final  doom. 

O  may  I  stand  before  the  Lamb, 

When  earth  and  seas  are  fled, 
And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  name, 

With  blessings  on  my  head. 

SONG  157— 7's.— [Hoiham. 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll ; 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past : 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

Oh  !  receive  my  soul  at  last. 


1    230  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee' 
Leave,  O  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  1  bring, 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 


Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want, 

Boundless  love  in  thee  I  find  ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

Prince  of  Peace  and  Righteousness  ; 
Most  unworthy,  Lord,  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  love  and  grace. 


Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within; 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  231 


SONG  158— L.  M.— [Savoy. 

Come,  you  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed, 
Submit  to  all  the  ways  of  God, 
And  walk  the  narrow,  happy  road. 


We're  all  united  heart  and  hand, 
Join'd  in  one  band  completely ; 

We're  marching  through  ImmanueVa  land, 
Where  watersjlow  most  sweetly. 

Great  tribulation  you  shall  meet, 
But  soon  shall  walk  the  golden  street; 
Though  hell  may  rage  and  vent  its  spite, 
Yet  Christ  will  save  his  heart's  delight. 

That  happy  day  will  soon  appear, 
When  Michael's  trumpet  you  shall  hear, 
Sound  through  the  earth — yea,  down  to  hell, 
And  call  the" nations  great  and  small. 

Bphold  the  world  in  burning  flames! 
The  trumpet  louder  still  proclaims: 
The  world  must  hear  and  know  her  doom  ; 
The  separation  day  has  come. 

Behold  the  righteous  marching  home, 

A  rid  all  the  angels  bid  them  come, 

While  Christ  the  Judge  these  words  proclaims, 

"Here  come  my  saints— I  own  their  names!" 

"You  everlasting  gales,  fly  wide, 
Make  ready  to  receive  my  bride; 
You  harps  of  heav'n,  now  sound  aloud, 
Here  come  the  ransom'd  by  my  blood  !" 

In  grandeur  see  the  royal  line. 
In  glitt'ring  robes  the  sun  outshine! 
See  saints  and  angels  join  in  one, 
And  march  in  splendor  to  the  throne. 


232  MISCELLANEOUS. 

They  stand,  and  wonder,  and  look  on  : 
They  join  in  one  eternal  song 
Their  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 
While  rapture  sets  their  soul  on  fire. 

SONG  159— L.  M.— -[Sylvan  Stream. 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  ; 
Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

This  remedy  did  Wisdom  find 

To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind  ; 

This  sov'reign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 

Restore  the  ruip'd  creature,  man. 

This  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive, 
Sinners  obey  the  voice  and  live, 
Dry  bones  are  rais'd  and  cloth'd  afresh, 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turn'd  to  flesh. 

Where  Satan  reign'd  in  shades  of  night, 
The  gospel  strikes  a  heav'nly  light ; 
Our  lusts  its  wondrous  power  controls, 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  souls. 

Lions  and  beasts  of  sayage  name 

Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb, 

While  the  wide  world  esteems  it  strange, 

Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change. 

Still  may  his  grace  my  soul  renew, 
Let  sinners  gaze  and  hate  me  too  ; 
The  word  that  saves  me,  does  engage 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  raje. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  233 

SONG  160 -6's,  8's.— [St.  Philips. 

Sing  to  the  Lord  above, 

Who  deigns  on  earth  to  raise 
A  temple  to  his  love, 

A  monument  of  praise  : 
You  saints  around  through  all  its  frame, 
Harmonious  sound  the  builder's  name. 

Beneath  his  eye  and  care, 

The  edifice  shall  rise 
Majestic,  strong,  and  fair, 

And  shine  above  the  skies : 
There  shall  he  place  the  polish'd  stone, 
Ordain'd  the  work  of  grace  to  crown. 

SONG  161— S.  M.— [Florida. 

Now  let  each  happy  guest, 

The  sacred  concert  raise, 
To  close  the  honors  of  the  feast, 

And  sing  the  Master's  praise. 

His  condescending  love 

First  calls  our  wonder  forth, 
He  left  the  blessed  realms  above, 

To  dwell  with  men  on  earth. 

His  precepts,  how  divine, 

How  suited  to  our  state  ! 
How  bright  his  acts  of  mercy  shine* 

His  promises  how  great! 


234  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Redemption's  glorious  plan, 
How  wondrous  in  our  view ! 

The  salutary  source  to  man 
Of  peaee  and  pardon  too. 

SONG  162— S.  M.— {Concord. 

See  what  a  living  stone 

The  builders  did  refuse ; 
Yet  God  has  built  his  church  thereon, 

In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

The  scribe,  and  angry  priest, 

Reject  God's  only  Son, 
Yet  on  this  rock  shall  Zion  rest, 

As  the  chief  corner  stone. 

The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes ; 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine ; 

This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

This  is  the  glorious  day, 

That  our  Redeemer  made  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  and  sing  and  pray, 

Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

Hosanna  to  the  King, 

Of  David's  royal  blood ; 
Bless  him,  you  saints,  he  comes  to  bring 

Salvation  from  your  God 


MISCELLANEOUS.  235 

We  bless  thy  holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  displays, 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 

Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 

SONG  163— C.  M.— [Stephens. 

'Tis  not  the  law  of  ten  commands, 

On  holy  Sinai  giv'n, 
Or  sent  to  men  by  Moses'  hands, 

Can  bring  us  safe  to  heav'n. 

'Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  spilt, 

Nor  smoke  of  sweetest  smell, 
Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 

Or  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

Aaron  the  priest  resigns  his  breath 

At  God's  immediate  will ; 
And  in  the  desert  yields  to  death 

Upon  th'  appointed  hill. 

And  thus  on  yonder  side 

The  tribes  of  Israel  stand, 
While  Moses  bow'd  his  head  and  died 

Short  of  the  promis'd  land. 

Israel  rejoice,  now  Joshua  leads, 

He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  rest ; 
So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 

The  ruler  and  the  priest. 


236  MISCELLANEOUS. 

SONG  164— 7's.— [  Cookham. 

Sinners,  turn — why  will  you  die? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why : 
God,  who  did  your  being  give. 
Made  you  with  himself  to  life. 

Sinners,  turn — why  will  you  die  1 
Christ,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why  : 
He,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
He,  who  died  that  you  might  live. 

Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  1 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  T 
"Why — you  ransom'd  sinners — why 
Will  you  slight  his  grace  and  die  % 

Will  you  not  his  grace  receive  1 
Will  you  still  refuse  to  live  1 
Oh !  you  dying  sinners,  why — 
Why  will  you  forever  die  1 

SONG  165— 7's.— [Middletown. 

Songs  of  praise  awake  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

Ileav'n  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  the  day ; 
Cod  will  make  new  heav'ns  and  earth, 
Soiigs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  237 

And  will  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  1 
No ;  the  church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms,  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise 

Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice ; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

Borne  upon  the  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death ; 
i  Then  amidst  eternal  joy, 
Songs  of  praise  their  pow'rs  employ. 

SONG  16G— C.  N.— [Exhortation. 

Awakk,  you  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  raise  your  voices  high  ; 
Awake,  and  praise  that  sov'reign  love 

That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies ; 

Each  moment  brings  it  near; 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day  ! 

Welcome  each  closing  year ! 

Not  many  years  their  round  shall  run, 

Not  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveal'd 

To  our  admiring  eyes. 


238  MISCELLANEOUS. 

You  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course; 

You  mortal  pow'rs,  decay ; 
Fast  as  you  bring  the  night  of  death, 

You  bring  eternal  day. 

SONG  167— 7's.— [Warren. 

Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King : 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconcil'd. 

Joyful  all  you  nations  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies, 
With  the  heavenly  host  proclaim, 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem. 

Hail !  thou  heav'n-born  Prince  of  Peace, 
Hail !  thou  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Ris'n  with  healing  in  thy  wings, 
Life  and  light  thy  rising  brings. 

SONG  168—7,  6.— [Yarmouth. 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed ! 

Great  David's  greater  Son ; 
Hail  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression  ; 

To  set  the  captive  free ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 


MISCELLANEOUS  239 

He  comes,  with  succor  speedy 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemn'd  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 


He  shall  come  down  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  eaith, 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  : 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go ; 
And  righteousness  in  fountains 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 


For  him  shall  pray'r  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  forever : 

That  name  to  us  is — Love. 


240  SONGS  FOR 

SONG  169—  ll's.— [Huger. 

0  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  in  thee  T  am  bless'd  ! 

My  life,  and  my  treasure,  my  joy,  and  my  rest ; 
Thy  grace  is  my  theme,  and  thy  love  is  my  song, 
Thy  charms  do  inspire  my  heart  and  my  tongue. 

All  human  expression  is  empty  and  vain  ; 
Tongue  cannot  unriddle  the  heavenly  flame  ; 
And  sure,  if  the  language  of  angels  I  had, 

1  could  not,  completely,  the  myst'ry  describe. 

O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit, 
With  love  and  thanksgiving  fall  down  at  thy  fe«'  \ 
A  sacrifice-oft' 'ring  of  soul,  fleshy  and  blood  : 
Thou  art  my  Redeemer,  my  Saviour,  my  God. 

Songs  for  Christian  Children. 

SONG  170— C.  M.— {Twenty-fourth 

Happy  the  child  whose  tender  years 

Receive  i\struction  well, 
Who  hates  the  sinner's  path,  and  fears 

The  road  that  leads  to  hell. 

'Twill  save  us  from  a  thousand  snares 

To  mind  religion  young-, 
Grace  will  preserve  our  foll'wing  years, 

And  make  our  virtues  strong. 

To  thee,  Almighty  God,  to  thee 

Our  childhood  we  resign; 
'Twill  please  us  to  look  back  and  see 

That  our  whole  lives  are  thine. 


CHRISTIAN    CHILDREN.      241 

0  let  the  work  of  pray'r  and  praise 

Employ  my  youngest  breath  : 
Thus  I'm  prepar'd  for  longer  days, 

Or  fit  for  early  death. 

SONG  171— C.  M— [Bockingham. 

Come,  let  us  join  the  hosts  above, 

Now  in  our  youngest  days ; 
Remember  our  Creator's  love, 

And  lisp  our  Father's  praise. 

His  Majesty  will  not  despise 

The  day  of  feeble  things; 
Grateful  the  songs  of  children  rise, 

And  please  the  King  of  kings. 

He  loves  to  be  remember'd  thus, 

And  honor'd  for  his  grace, 
Out  of  the  mouths  of  babes  like  us, 

His  wisdom  perfects  praise. 

Glory  to  God,  and  praise,  and  pow'r, 

Honor  and  thanks  be  giv'n  ! 
Children  and  cherubim  adore 

The  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n. 

SONG  172— S.  M.— [Ninety-third. 

Hail,  gracious  heav'nly  Prince! 

To  thee  let  children  fly : 
And  on  thy  kindest  providence 

O  may  we  all  rely. 
16 


212  SONGS  FOR 

Jesus  will  take  the  young 

Beneath  his  special  care ; 
And  he  will  keep  their  youthful  days 

From  ev'ry  woe  and  snare. 

He  knows  their  tender  frame, 
Nor  will  their  youth  contemn  ; 

For  he  a  little  child  became, 
To  love  and  pity  them. 

Nor  does  he  now  forget 
His  youthful  days  on  earth  : 

Nor  would  we  ever  cease  our  praise 
For  the  Redeemer's  birth. 


SONG  173— C.  M.— [Harmony  Grove. 

And  now  another  day  is  gone, 

I'll  sing  my  Maker's  praise ; 
My  comforts  every  hour  make  known 

His  providence  and  grace. 

I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep ; 

Let  angels  guard  my  head ; 
And  through  the  hours  of  darkness  keep 

Their  watch  around  my  bed. 

With  cheerful  heart  I  close  my  eyes, 

Since  thou  wilt  not  remove ; 
And  in  the  morning  let  me  rise, 

Rejoicing  in  thy  love. 


CHRISTIAN    CHILDREN.      243 

SONG  174— L.  M. — [Devotion. 

This  is  a  precious  book  indeed  ! 
Happy  the  child  that  loves  to  read  ! 
'Tis  God's  own  word  which  he  has  giv'n 
To  show  our  souls  the  way  to  heav'n  ! 

It  tells  us  how  the  world  was  made ; 
And  how  good  men  the  Lord  obey'd ; 
Here  his  commands  are  written,  too, 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  do. 

It  bids  us  all  from  sin  to  fly, 
Because  our  souls  can  never  die  : 
It  points  to  heav'n,  where  angels  dwell, 
And  warns  us  to  escape  from  hell. 

But,  what  is  more  than  all  beside, 
The  Bible  tells  us  Jesus  died  ! 
This  is  its  best,  its  chief  intent, 
To  lead  poor  sinners  to  repent. 

Be  thankful,  children,  that  you  may 
Read  this  good  Bible  every  day : 
Tis  God's  own  word  which  he  has  giv'n 
To  show  your  souls  the  way  to  heav'n. 

SONG  175— C.  M— [Dundee. 

See  the  kind  Shepherd,  Jesus,  stands, 

With  all-engaging  charms : 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 

And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

Permit  them  to  approach,  he  cries, 

Nor  scorn  their  humble  name, 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 

The  Lord  of  angels  came. 


244  SONGS  FOR 

He'll  lead  us  to  the  heav'nly  streams, 

Where  living  waters  flow; 
And  guide  us  to  the  fruitful  fields, 

Where  trees  of  knowledge  grow. 

The  feeblest  lamb  amidst  the  flock, 
Shall  be  its  Shepherd's  care  ; 

While  folded  in  the  Saviour's  arms, 
We're  safe  from  ev'ry  snare. 

SONG  176— C.  M.— {Communion. 

Young  children  once  to  Jesus  came, 

His  blessing  to  entreat ; 
And  I  may  humbly  do  the  same 

Before  his  mercy  seat. 

For,  when  their  feeble  hands  were  spread. 

And  bent  each  infant  knee, 
"Forbid  them  not,"  the  Saviour  said, 

And  so  he  says  to  me. 

Though  now  he  is  not  here  below, 

But  on  his  heavenly  hill, 
To  him  may  little  children  go, 

And  seek  a  blessing  still. 

Well  pleas'd  that  little  flock  to  see, 

The  Saviour  kindly  smil'd  ; 
O,  then,  he  will  not  frown  on  me, 

Because  1  am  a  child. 


CHRISTIAN    CHILDREN.      245 

For,  as  so  many  years  ago, 

Poor  babes  bis  pity  drew, 
I'm  sure  he  will  not  let  me  go 

Without  a  blessing  too. 

Then,  while  this  favor  to  implore, 

My  little  hands  are  spread, 
Do  thou  thy  sacred  blessings  pour, 

Lord  Jesus,  on  my  head  ! 

SONG  177— C.  M— [Dunlap's  Creek, 

Let  children  that  would  fear  the  Lord, 

Hear  what  their  teachers  say, 
With  rev'rence  meet  their  parents'  word, 

And  with  delight  obey. 

Have  we  not  heard  what  dreadful  plagues 

Are  threaten'd  by  the  Lord, 
To  him  who  breaks  his  father's  law, 

Or  mocks  his  mother's  word  ] 

But  those  that  worship  God,  and  give 

Their  parents  honor  due, 
Here  on  this  earth  they  long  shall  live, 

And  live  hereafter  too. 

SONG  178— C.  M.— [Pisgah. 

Children  of  old  hosannas  sung 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name ; 
We  too  would  join  our  infant,  song, 

To  celebrate  his  fame.  < 


246  FOR  CHRISTIAN  CHILDREN. 

Chief  priests  and  scribes  were  sore  dispk 
That  children  thus  should  sing; 

But  Jesus  own'd  their  early  praise, 
And  we  our  praises  bring. 

We  bless  the  Lord  for  all  his  gifts, 
For  life,  and  food,  and  friends ; 

We  bless  him  for  the  word  of  life, 
The  choicest  gift  he  sends. 

God's  sacred  word  we  learn  to  know, 
Where  heav'nly  wisdom  lies  ; 

Here,  too,  are  kind  instructions  giv'n, 
That  teach  us  to  be  wise. 


SONG  179—8,  7.— [Bartimeus. 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  cur  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 

With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above. 

Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 
With  each  other  and  the  Lord  ; 

And  possess  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 


SONG  180— C.  M.— [Coleshill. 

How  bless'd  are  they  who  always  keep 

The  pure  and  perfect  way ! 
Who  never  from  the  sacred  paths 

Of  God's  commandments  stray ! 


ANTHEMS.  -247 


How  blessM,  who  to  his  rishteous  laws 

Have  still  obedient  been! 
And  have  with  fervent,  humble  zeal 

His  favor  sought  to  win  ! 

Such  men  their  utmost  caution  use 

To  shun  each  wicked  deed; 
But  in  the  path  which  he  directs 

With  constant  care  proceed. 

Thou  strictly  hast  enjoin'd  us,  Lord, 

To  learn  thy  sacred  will ! 
And  all  our  diligence  employ 

Thy  statutes  to  fulfil. 

O  then  that  thy  most  holy  will 

IMisht  o'er  my  ways  preside, 
And  f  the  course  of  all  my  life 

By  thy  direction  guide. 

Then  with  assurance  should  1  walk, 

From  all  confusion  free; 
Convinc'd  with  joy,  that  all  my  ways 

With  thy  commands  agree. 

My  upright  heart  shall  my  glad  mouth 

With  cheerful  praises  fill ; 
When,  by  thy  righteous  judgments  taught, 

1  shall  have  learned  thy  will. 

So  to  thy  sacred  law  shall  1 

All  due  observance  pay  ; 
O  then  forsake  me  not,  my  God, 

Nor  cast  me  quite  away  ! 


EASTER  ANTHEM. 


The  Lord  is  risen  indeed.  Hallelujah!  The  Lonl 
is  risen  indeed.  Hallelujah!  Now  is  Christ  risen  from 
the  dead,  and  become  the  first  fruits  of  them  that  slept. 
Now  is  Christ  risen  from  the  dead,  and  become  the  first 
fruits  of  them  that  slept.  Hallelujah !  Hallelujah  ! 
Hallelujah  !  And  did  he  rise  ?  Hear  0  !  ye  nations .' 
Hear  it,  O  ye  dead !     He  rose  !    He  rose  !    He  rose  !   He 


243  ANTHEMS. 

roue  !  He  burst  the  bars  of  death  !  He  burst  the  bars 
of  death  I  He  burst  the  bars  of  death  and  triumph' d 
o'er  the  grave!  Then— then— then  I  rose!  Then  I 
rose !  Then  I  rose !  Then  I  rose !  Then  first  huma- 
nity triumphant  pass'd  the  crystal  ports  of  light,  and 
seiz'd  eternal  youth !  Man,  all  immortal,  hail !  Hail  \ 
Heaven  !  all  lavish  of  strange  gifts  to  man !  Thine  all 
the  glory— Man's  the  boundless  bliss!  Thine  all  the 
glory— Man's  the  boundless  bliss ! 

N.  B.      The  parts  italicised  are  to  be  repeated  in 
singing. 


ANTHEM 

FROM   PSALM   XX. 

Some  put  their  trust  in  chariots,  and  some  in  horses. 
But  we  will  remember  the  name  of  the  Lord— the  Lord 
our  God.  We  will  rejoice  in  his  salvation— rejoice,  re- 
joice, rejoice,  rejoice  in  hjs  salvation !  We  will  remem- 
ber the  name  — the  name  of  the  Lord— the  Lord  our 
God.  We  will  rejoice  in  his  salvation— rejoice,  rejoice, 
rejoice  in  his  salvation— rejoice,  Tejoice,  rejoice  in  his 
salvation. 


THE  BARREN  FIG  TREE. 

hab.  iii.  17,  18. 

Although  the  fig  tree,  although  the  fig  tree  shall 
not  blossom,  neither  shall  fruit  be  in  the  vine,  the  labor 
of  the  olive  shall  fail,  and  the  fields  shall  yield  no 
meat;  the  flocks  shall  be  cut  off  from  the  fold,  and 
there  will  be  no  herd  in  the  stall;  yet  will  I  rejoice 
in  the  Lord— yet  will  I  rejoice  in  the  Lord— yet  will 
I  rejoice,  will  rejoice  in  the  Lord,  I  will  joy  in  the  God 
of  my  salvation— I  will  joy,  I  will  joy,  I  will  joy  in  tlia 
God  of  my  salvation— of  my  salvation ! 


TABLE   OF  FIRST  LINES. 


All  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jesus'  name,         Page  52 

All  you  that  have  confess'd,  190 

Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound,  184 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross,  140 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love,  169 

And  now  another  day  is  gone,  242 

Asham'd  of  Christ,  our  souls  disdain,  185 

As  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung,  27 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song,  163 

Awake,  O  Zion's  daughter,  rise,  22 

Awake,  you  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes,  237 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne,  11 

Behold  the  amazing  gift  of  love,  100 

Behold  the  blind  their  sight  receive,  27 

Behold  the  bright  morning  appears,  37 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb,  48 

Behold  the  mountain  of  the  Lord,  128 

Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone,  216 

Behold  the  well  of  life  appears,  19 

Behold  the  woman's  promis'd  seed,  16 

Behold  what  witnesses  unseen,  166 

Beyond  the  glitt'ring  starry  sky,  40 

Bless'd  are  the  humble  souls  that  see,  102 

249 


250  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Bless'd  be  the  everlasting  God,  Page  112 

Bless'd  be  the  tie  that  binds,  121 

Bless'd  be  thy  name  forever,  196 

Bless'd  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place,  103 

Bless  God,  my  soul,  thou  Lord  alone,  78 

Blow  you  the  trumpet,  blow,  136 

But  still  the  vast  unfathom'd  main,  81 

Children  of  old  hosannas  sung,  245 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day,  35 

Come,  all  you  sons  of  God,  and  view,  155 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast,  208 

Come  let  us  join  in  songs  of  praise,  57 

Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs,  50 

Come  let  us  join  the  hosts  above,  241 

Come  let  us  sing  the  conrng  fate,  223 

Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast,  203 

Come  tell  me,  wand'ring  sinner,  150 

Come,  weary  souls  with  sins  distress'd,  147 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord,  96 

Come,  you  redeemed  of  the  Lord,  156 

Come,  you  sinners,  poor  and  needy  138 

Come,  you  that  love  the  Lord  indeed,  231 

Come,  you  that  love  the  Saviour's  name,  62 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert,  21 1 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders,  1 58 

Descending  down  into  the  flood,  154 

Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heav'n,  1 10 

Exalted  Prince  of  life,  we  own,  64 

Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night,  134 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glories  shine,  58 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word,  86 

Forgiveness,  'tis  a  joyful  sound,  95 

For  me,  O  did  my  Saviour  bleed,  190 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies,  59 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains,  193 

From  the  regions  of  love,  13 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES.  251 

From  whence  does  this  union  arise,  Page  122 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken,  126 

Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above,  172 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way,  88 

Go  on,  you  pilgrims,  while  below,  176 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great.  41 

Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound,  199 

Hail,  gracious  heavenly  Prince  241 

Hail  morning  known  among  the  bless'd,  216 

Hail  the  blessed  morn,  12 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed,  238 

Hail  to  the  Prince  of  Life  and  Peace,  51 

Hail,  you  hosts  of  seraphs  bright,  225 

Happy  the  child  whose  tender  years,  240 

Hark  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds,  164 

Hark  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes,  16 

Hark  the  herald  angels  sing,  23S 

Hark  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy,  29 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation,  152 

He  dies  !  the  friend  of  sinners  dies,  30 

He  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known,  178 

How  are  thy  servants  bless'd,  0  Lord,  93 

How  blest  are  they  who  always  keep  246 

How  bright  these  glorious  spirits  shine,  132 

How  free  and  boundless  is  the  grace,  141 

How  firm  a  foundation,  94 

How  happy  are  they,  100 

How  happy  is  the  Christian's  state,  101 

How  much  the  drooping  hearts  revive,  208 

How  pleasing  to  behold  and  see,  118 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine,  85 

How  shall  I  my  Saviour  set  fovth,  171 

How  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave,  229 

;low  sweet  and  heavenly  is  the  sight,  120 

yow  ;sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds,  204 

If  life's  pleasures  charm  you,  170 


232  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives,  Page  105 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  while  I've  breath,  17a 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord,  115 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways,  189 

In  ev'ry  trouble  sharp  and  strong,  227 

Infinite  excellence  is  thine,  62 

In  Jordan's  tide  the  Baptist  stands,  18 

Israel  the  desert  trod,  106 

I  would  not  live  always,  209 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home,  135 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be,  218 

Jesus,  great  shepherd  of  thy  sheep,  173 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name,  186 

Jesus,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold,  46 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul,  229 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun,  42 

Jesus,  thy  blessings  are  not  few,  143 

Jesus,  we  hail  thee  Israel's  King,  53 

Kindred  in  Christ,  for  his  name's  sake.  119 

King  Jesus,  reign  for  evermore,  54 

Let  avarice  from  shore  to  shore,  87 

Let  children  that  would  fear  the  Lord,  245 

Let  Christians  all  agree,  121 

Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend,  142 

Let  not  your  hearts,  &c.  99 

Let  others  boast  their  ancient  line,  108 

Let  us  sing  the  King  Messiah,  165 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord,  149 

Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending,  157 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  praise  thy  name,  182 

Lo  !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears,  117 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  160 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  conq'ring  grace,  219 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour,  246 

Mortals,  awake  !  with  angels  join,  14 

My  Christian  friends,  202 


.TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES.  263 

My  God,  my  heart  with  love  inflame,        Page  2 1 3 

My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love,  18S 

No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock,  69 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts,  60 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord,  191 

Now  begin  the  heav'nly  theme,  184 

Now  is  the  accepted  time,  201 

How  let  each  happy  guest,  233 
Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey,  55 

Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record,  26 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness,  125 
0  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand,  89 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past,  91 

O  God,  thy  gifts  of  tender  love,  196 

O  happy  children  who  follow  Jesus,  123 

O  Jesus  my  Saviour,  240 
0  Jesus,  the  giver  of  all  we  enjoy,  66 

0  Jesus,  the  glory,  the  wonder,  and  love,  48 

0  Lord,  thy  mercy,  my  sure  hope,  69 

O  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art,  16S 
On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand,  98 

On  Tabor's  top  the  Saviour  stood,  21 

On  Zion's  glorious  summit  stood,  116 

On  Zion,  his  own  holy  mount,  200 
O  praise  the  Lord,  and  thou,  my  soul,  72 

O  render  thanks  to  God  above,  71 

O  tell  me  no  more,  &c.  207 

O  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  blessing,  181 

O  thou  in  whose  presence,  166 
O  thou  to  whom  all  creatures  bow,  68 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead,  39 

Our  sculs  are  in  the  Saviour's  hand,  177 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit,  124 

O  what  amazing  words  of  grace,  140 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus,  179 
O  you  immortal  throng,  61 


254  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair,  Page  111 

Praise  you  the  Lord,  our  God  to  praise,  71 

Proclaim,  says  Christ, 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs, 
Reform,  and  he  immers'd, 
Rejoice,  O  earth,  the  Lord  is  King, 
Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King, 
Rise,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path, 

Salvation,  O  the  joyful  sound, 
See  how  the  rising  sun, 
See  how  the  willing  converts  trace, 
See  the  kind  Shepherd  Jesus  stands, 
See  what  a  living  stone, 
Since  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 
Sing  to  the  Lord  ahove, 
Sing  to  the  Lord  a  new-made  song 
Sinners,  turn — why  will  you  die  ? 
Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 

That  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh, 
The  angels  that  watch'd  round  the  tomh, 
The  book  of  nature  open  lies, 
The  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  Lord  of  lords  and  King  of  kings, 
The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads, 
The  morning  light  returns, 
The  Prince  of  Salvation  is  coming, 
The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pin'd, 
There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
There  is  a  land  of  pleasure, 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
There's  no  name  among  men, 
The  Saviour  risen  to-day  we  praise, 
The  Son  of  Man  they  did  betray, 
The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
The  trees  of  God  without  the  care, 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES.  255 

The  true  Messiah  now  appears,  Page  17 

This  is  a  precious  book,  indeed,  243 

This  is  the  day  the  first  ripe  sheaf,  38 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love,  232 

This  Lord  is  the  Lord  we  adore,  63 
Though  troubles  assail  and  dangers  affright,        92 

Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  night,  215 

Thy  worthiness  is  all  our  song,  47 

'Tis  darkness  here,  but  Jesus  smiles,  221 

Tis  not  the  law  of  ten  commands,  235 

Tis  religion  that  can  give,  192 

To  bless  thy  chosen  race,  195 

To-day  if  you  will  hear  his  voice,  151 

To  God  the  only  wise,  194 

To  Him  that  lov'd  the  sons  of  men,  45 

To  Him  who  did  salvation  bring,  73 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night,  24 
'Twas  on  that  night  when  doom'd  to  know,        25 

'Twas  the  commission  of  our  Lord,  153 

Upon  the  banks  of  Jordan  stood,  220 

We  bless  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord,  50 

We  sing  the  Saviour's  wondrous  death,  28 

What  could  your  Redeemer  do,  148 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page,  84 

What  poor,  despised  company,  107 

What  though  no  flow'rs,  90 

Whene'er  a  sinner  turns  to  God,  145 

When  Israel  through  the  desert  pass'd,  87 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross,  174 

When  langor  and  disease  invade,  226 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes,  113 

When  we  the  sacred  grave  survey,  31 

While  humble  shepherds,  13 

While  we  the  empty  tomb  survey,  114 

Who  has  our  report  believed  ?  161 

Whv  do  we  mourn  departed  friends  >  183 


266  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Wisdom  divine  ordain'd  the  plan,  Page  201 

With  glory  clad,  with  strength  array'd,  70 

With  Israel's  God  who  can  compare  ?  69 

With  one  consent  let  all  the  earth,  110 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose,  33 

Yet  thence  in  smaller  parties,  79 

You  boundless  realms  of  joy,  83 

You  glitt'ring  toys  of  earth,  adieu,  187 

Young  children  once  to  Jesus  came,  244 

Zion,  the  marvellous  story  be  telling,  132 


PART  II. 


INTRODUCTION. 

The  psalmody  and  the  public  prayers  of  s 
Christian  community  are  the  most  unequivo- 
cal and  infallible  exponents  of  its  piety  and 
spiritual  intelligence.  Indeed,  the  sacred 
song  and  the  social  prayer  are  but  the  ex- 
press image  and  living  form  of  the  pious 
emotions,  religious  taste,  spiritual  discern- 
ment, and  holy  affections  of  those  who  unite 
in  them.  If  the  Christian  can  best  exhibit 
his  faith  by  his  works,  he  can  also  most  satis- 
factorily verbally  demonstrate  his  piety  and 
humanity  in  the  praises  which  he  sings,  and 
in  the  prayers  and  thanksgivings  which  he 
offers. 

The  Christian  hymn-book,  next  to  the 
Bible,  moreover,  wields  the  largest  and 
mightiest  formative  influence  upon  young 
and  old,  upon  saint  and  sinner,  of  any  other 
book  in  the  world.  Poetry,  and  especially 
good  religious  and  moral  poetry,  emanates 
full  as  much  from  the  heart  as  from  the  head, 
and  partakes  so  much  of  the  spirit  of  its 
author  that  it  insinuates  itself  into  the  soul 
with  more  subtlety  and  power  than  any  other 
language  of  mortals,  either  pictured  to  the 
eye  or  presented  to  the  ear.  *'AlIow  me," 
said  some  one,  "to  write  the  ballads  for  a 
nation,  and  I  care  not  who  furnishes  it  with 

3 


4  INTRODUCTION. 

its  books."  Permit  me,  I  also  say,  to  dis- 
pense the  psalmody  of  a  community,  and  I 
care  not  who  dictates  its  creed,  or  writes  out 
its  catechism.  If  the  hymn-book  is  daily 
sung  in  the  family,  and  in  the  social  meetings 
of  the  brethren,  it  must  imbue  their  souls 
with  its  sentiments  more  than  all  the  other 
labors  of  the  pulpit  or  the  press. 

For  these  reasons,  no  book  ought  to  be  got 
up  with  more  religious  care  and  considera- 
tion than  the  volume  of  psalmody.  No  task 
requires  a  more  cultivated  spiritual  taste — a 
more  enlarged  and  comprehensive  mind — a 
more  intimate  acquaintance  with  the  spirit 
of  the  Bible,  and  the  hallowed  breathings  of 
its  saints,  than  the  psalmody  of  a  Christian 
church. 

With  a  solemn,  deep,  and  long  cherished 
conviction  of  these  great  practical  truths,  we 
have  frequently  examined  the  whole  subject, 
and  sought  to  contribute  our  humble  endea- 
vors to  the  work  of  furnishing  a  better  selec- 
tion than  any  one  yet  in  use  amongst  us.  For 
this  purpose  we  have  collected  hymn-books 
and  psalm-books  ancient  and  modern,  Eu- 
ropean and  American,  and  have  summoned 
the  aid  of  our  most  enlightened  and  experi- 
enced brethren  in  furtherance  and  consum- 
mation  of  this  grand  object. 

The  book  now  in  use  amongst  us,  meagre 
in  size  though  it  is,  I  yet  think  is  the  most 
scriptural  and  Christian  of  any  one  volume  I 


INTRODUCTION.  5 

have  ever  seen;  yet,  like  the  popular  version 
of  the  Bible,  it  was  got  up  too  much  in  the 
spirit  of  compromise  to  be  in  all  respects 
what  it  ought  to  be.  I  never  approved  it  all; 
but  my  peculiar  position  to  the  community 
constrained  me  to  yield  my  own  judgment, 
in  some  measure,  to  that  of  others,  for  whom 
I  entertained  much  affection  and  esteem. 

No  one  is  bound  to  sing  what  he  does  not 
approve:  and,  in  the  progressive  state  of  our 
community,  we  thought  it  best,  neither  iu 
fact  nor  in  appearance,  to  dogmatically  dic- 
tate to  our  brethren  what  they  should  sing. 
For  this  very  reason,  as  well  as  that  we  might 
have  but  one  book,  we  first  of  all  solicited 
the  aid  of  others,  after  our  first  incipient 
effort  had  been  given  to  our  infant  commu- 
nities. 

Since  the  appearance  of  another  book 
amongst  us,  we  have  often  reflected  on  the 
best  means  of  having  our  present  book  en- 
larged, and  more  appositely  adapted  to  the 
genius  and  position  of  our  rapidly  increasing 
and  widely  extending  connexion.  There  is 
no  necessity  for  either  haste  or  parsimony  in 
completing  an  object  so  great  and  important 
as  this  is.  We  cannot  call  a  convention  from 
all  the  ends  of  the  earth  to  deliberate,  for 
days  or  weeks,  in  order  to  a  concurrence  in 
such  a  work;  and  if  we  did,  the  larger  the 
convention,  and  the  more  gifted,  the  longer 
would  be  the  time,  the  greater  the  difficulty 


6  INTRODUCTION. 

of  unanimity,  and,  at  last,  the  more  to  be 
compromised.  After  much  earnest  and  reli- 
gious concern  and  reflection  upon  this  mo- 
mentous affair,  I  have  concluded  to  add  a  part 
second  to  the  present  book,  and  to  present 
it  as  a  resolution  to  the  whole  brotherhood; 
and  when  they  shall  have  maturely  consider- 
ed it,  we  shall  solicit  their  suggestions,  criti- 
cisms, additions,  and  subtractions,  and  refer 
them  to  a  committee  here  always  on  the 
ground,  composed  of  father  Campbell,  breth- 
ren Richardson  and  Eaton,  with  such  other 
persons  as  the  brethren  may  please  to  ap- 
point at  some  future  time.  We  shall  await 
their  decision  before  the  work  is  finally  stere- 
otyped and  done  up  in  a  permanent  and 
more  elegant  form. 

It  has  been  proposed  by  some  brethren  to 
have  the  nett  proceeds  of  the  sale  of  such  a 
book,  if  any  there  be,  devoted  to  the  ad- 
vancement of  Bethany  College,  or  to  the 
education  of  some  promising  youth  devoted 
to  the  ministry  of  the  word.  All  of  which  is 
most  respectfully  and  affectionately  submit- 
ted to  the  brethren. 

An  edition  or  two  of  the  present  work  will 
be  no  los9  to  the  brethren,  inasmuch  as  the 
book  now  in  use,  as  well  as  this  one,  may  be 
wanted  in  their  families  and  churches.  Noi- 
ls it  probable  that  very  many  new  additions 
will  be  made  to  this  book,  although  some 
changes  and  transpositions  in    point   of  ar- 


INTRODUCTION.  7 

rangement  as  well  as^substitutes,  should  be 
found  necessary.  And  what  of  the  expense 
of  a  few  cents  to  each  disciple,  in  accom- 
plishing an  object  of  such  importance  to  all 
the  community! 

To  our  former  collections  of  hymn-books, 
that  by  brother  W.  Scott,  that  by  brothers 
Johnson  and  Stone,  that  used  by  our  brethren 
in  England — I  have  added  the  new  Baptist 
collection  and  all  that  came  in  my  way  during 
my  last  visit  to  the  eastern  cities.  We  have, 
then,  ample  documents,  in  point  of  the  num- 
ber and  size  of  the  hymn-books  and  psalters 
on  hand.  Elders  J.  T.  Johnson,  B.  F.  Hall, 
3.  Church,  and  other  brethren  of  much  ex- 
perience an'l  intelligence;  have  been  solicit- 
ed for  their  assistance  and  contributions — 
while  others  have  volunteered  their  offerings. 

This  expedient,  though  not  borrowed  from 
any  party,  I  have  recently  learned  has  been 
adopted  by  the  PresbyTerians  in  getting  up  a 
new  and  improved  selection;  and  they,  too, 
are  sending  out  a  book  to  be  afterwards  re- 
vised and  sanctioned  by  the  denomination, 
before  they  put  it  up  in  the  most  permanent 
and  acceptable  form. 

We  are  not  solicitous  for  mere  classification 
in  Part  II.  No  people  sing  hymns  in  chapters 
and  classes.  Before  stereotyping  the  work, 
it  will  no  doubt  be  expedient  to  arrange,  in 
some  systematic  way,  the  subjects  of  praise, 
merely  for  the  convenience  of  finding  any 
piece, 


8  INTRODUCTION. 

The  perfecting  of  the  book  of  praise  for  a 
great  community  is  not  the  work  of  an  indi- 
vidual nor  of  a  single  effort — unless,  indeed, 
he  were  divinely  inspired.  On  the  plan  pro- 
posed we  will  be  able  to  have  a  very  full  ex- 
pression of  the  intelligence  and  taste  of  the 
whole  community;  and  whenever  that  is  ob- 
tained, no  pains  on  our  part  shall  be  spared 
to  have  a  very  neat  stereotyped  edition,  on  a 
clear,  full,  and  elegant  type,  on  good  paper, 
and  finished  in  the  most  acceptable  form. — 
The  nett  proceeds  of  the  whole  undertaking, 
if  the  brethren  concur  with  me  in  opinion, 
shall  be  held  sacred  to  the  cause  of  education, 
as  before  intimated.  Meanwhile,  we  com- 
mend Part  Second,  as  well  as  Part  First,  to 
the  candid  criticism  of  all  the  brethren  who 
may  desire  to  lend  a  helping  hand  in  this 
very  necessary  and  highly  responsible  under- 
taking One  book  of  psalmody,  and  but 
one,  is  all-important  to  a  community  that  de- 
sires, in  all  things,  to  maintain  unity  of  spirit, 
of  sentiment,  and  affection  in  the  bonds  of 
Christian  peace  and  heavenly  love. 

A.  CAMPBELL. 


PART  II. 


HYMN  1— C.  M. 

To  Christ,  the  Lord,  let  ev'ry  tongue 

Its  noblest  tribute  bring: 
When  he's  the  subject  of  the  song, 

Who  can  refuse  to  sing? 

Survey  the  beauties  of  his  face, 

And  on  his  glories  dwell; 
Think  of  the  wonders  of  his  grace, 

And  all  his  triumphs  tell. 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthron'd 

Upon  his  awful  brow; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crown'd, 

His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

No  mortal  can  with  him  compare 

Among  the  sons  of  men: 
Fairer  he  is  than  all  the  fair 

That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

He  saw  me  plung'd  in  deep  distress; 

He  flew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 

And  carried  all  my  grief. 


10  MISCELLANEOUS. 

To  heav'n,  the  place  of  his  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet; 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 

And  makes  my  joys  complete. 

Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 

Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine! 

HYMN  2— P.  M. 

Had  I  ten  thousand  gifts  beside, 
I'd  cleave  to  Jesus  crucified, 

And  build  on  him  alone; 
For  no  foundation  is  there  given, 
On  which  to  place  my  hopes  of  heaven, 

But  Christ,  the  corner  stone. 

Possessing  Christ,  I  all  possess, 
Wisdom,  and  strength,  and  righteousness, 

And  holiness  complete; 
Bold  in  his  name,  I  dare  draw  nigh 
Before  the  Ruler  of  the  sky, 

And  all  his  justice  meet. 

There  is  no  path  to  heavenly  bliss, 
To  solid  joy  or  lasting  peace, 

But  Christ,  th'  appointed  road: 
O!  may  we  tread  the  sacred  way! 
By  faith  rejoice,  and  praise,  and  pray, 

Till  we  sit  down  with  God! 


1 


MISCELLANEOUS.  11 


The  types  and  shadows  of  the  word 
Unite  in  Christ,  the  Man,  the  Lord, 

The  Saviour  just  and  true: 
O!  may  we  still  his  word  believe, 
And  all  his  promises  receive, 

And  all  his  precepts  do! 

As  he  above  forever  lives, 
And  life  to  dying  sinners  gives, 

Eternal  and  divine; 
O!  may  his  Spirit  in  me  dwell! 
Then,  saved  from  sin,  and  death,  and  hell, 

Eternal  life  is  mine! 

HYMN  3-C.  M. 

Jesus!  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend; 

As  such  I  look  to  thee; 
Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 

Oh,  Lord!  remember  me. 

Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Remember  Calvary; 
Remember  all  thy  promises, 

And  then  remember  me. 

Thou  mighty  Advocate  with  God! 

1  yield  myself  to  thee; 
While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 

Oh,  Lord!  remember  me! 


13  MISCELLANEOUS. 

I  own  I'm  guilty — own  I'm  vile; 

Yet  thy  salvation's  free; 
Then,  in  thy  all-abounding  grace, 

Oh,  Lord!  remember  me. 

Howe'er  forsaken  or  distress'd, 

Howe'er  oppress'd  I  be, 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 

Do  thou  remember  me. 

And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

And  creature  helps  all  flee, 
Then,  oh!  my  great  Redeemer,  Lord, 

I  pray,  remember  me. 

HYMN  4— C.  M. 

Jesus!  in  thy  transporting  name 

What  blissful  glories  rise! 
Jesus!  the  angels'  sweetest  theme — 

The  wonder  of  the  skies! 

Well  might  the  skies  with  wonder  view 

A  love  so  strange  as  thine! 
No  thought  of  angels  ever  knew 

Compassion  so  divine. 

Jesus!  and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky 

For  miseries  and  woes] 
And  did'st  thou  bleed,  and  groan,  and  die 

For  vile  rebellious  foes? 


MISCELLANEOUS.  13 

Victorious  love!  can  language  tell 

The  wonders  of  thy  power, 
Which  conquer'd  all  the  force  of  hell 

In  that  tremendous  hour! 

What  glad  return  can  I  impart 

For  favors  so  divine! 
O!  take  this  heart,  this  worthless  heart, 

And  make  it  only  thine! 

HYMN  5— L.  M. 

Jesus,  my  love,  my  chief  delight, 
For  thee  I  long,  for  thee  I  pray, 
Amid  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
Amid  the  business  of  the  day! 

When  shall  I  see  thy  smiling  face, 
That  face  which  I  have  often  seen? 
Arise,  thou  Sun  of  Righteousness! 
Scatter  the  clouds  that  intervene. 

Thou  art  the  glorious  gift  of  God 
To  sinners  weary  and  distress'd; 
The  first  of  all  his  gifts  bestow'd, 
And  certain  pledge  of  all  the  rest. 

Since  I  can  say  this  gift  is  mine, 
I'll  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
No  more  at  poverty  repine, 
Nor  ehvy  the  rich  sinner's  state. 


14  MISCELLANEOUS. 

The  precious  jewel  I  will  keep, 
And  lodge  it  deep  within  my  heart; 
At  home,  abroad,  awake,  asleep, 
It  never  shall  from  thence  depart! 


HYMN  6— P.  M. 

In  thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling, 
We,  thy  people,  now  draw  near; 

Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling, 
Oh!  that  we  this  day  may  hear! 

Hear  with  meekness — 
Hear  thy  word  with  godly  fear. 

While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthen'd, 
May  we  give  them,  Lord,  to  thee! 

Cheer'd  by  hope  and  daily  strengthen^, 
We  would  run,  nor  weary  be, 

Till  thy  glory, 
Without  clouds,  in  heaven  we  see. 

There  in  worship,  purer,  sweeter, 

All  thy  people  shall  adore; 
'lasting  of  enjoyment  greater 

Than  they  could  conceive  before; 
Full  enjoyment — 

Holy  bliss  forevermore. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  15 


HYMN  7— C.  M. 

Great  God!  thy  penetrating  eye 
Pervades  my  inmost  powers: 

With  awe  profound  rny  wondering  soul 
Falls  prostrate  and  adores. 

To  be  encompass'd  round  with  God, 

The  Holy  and  the  Just, 
Arm'd  with  omnipotence  to  save, 

Or  crumble  me  to  dust — 

Oh!  how  tremendous  is  the  thought! 

Deep  may  it  be  impress'd, 
And  may  thy  Spirit  firmly  grave 

This  truth  within  my  breast! 

Begirt  with  thee,  my  fearless  soul 
The  gloomy  vale  shall  tread; 

And  thou  wilt  bind  th'  immortal  crown 
Of  glory  on  my  head. 

HYMN  8— P.  M. 

Great  God!  this  sacred  day  of  thine 
Demands  the  soul's  collected  powers; 

With  joy  we  now  to  thee  resign 
The  solemn  consecrated  hours. 

Oh!  may  our  souls  adoring  own 

The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne! 


1G  MISCELLANEOUS. 

All-seeing  God,  thy  piercing  eye 
Can  every  secret  thought  explore; 

May  worldly  cares  our  bosoms  fly, 
And  where  thou  art  intrude  no  more. 

Thy  Spirit's  gracious  aid  impart, 

Exalt  our  souls  and  fix  our  heart. 

Oh!  bid  thy  grace  our  spirits  move; 

Oh!  bid  thy  word  o'  life  divine 
Engage  the  ear,  excite  our  love, 

And  all  this  holy  day  be  thine: 
Our  souls  shall  then  adoring  own 
The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne. 

HYMN  9— S.  M. 

Rise,  gracious  God,  and  shine 

In  all  thy  saving  might; 
Now  prosper  every  good  design 

To  spread  thy  glorious  light. 

O!  bring  the  nations  near, 

That  they  may  sing  thy  praise; 

Thy  word  let  all  the  heathen  hear, 
And  learn  thy  holy  ways. 

Send  forth  thy  glorious  power! 

All  nations  then  will  see; 
And  earth  present  her  grateful  store 

In  converts  born  to  thee. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  17 


HYMN  10— S.  M. 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet, 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongue*, 

And  words  of  grace  reveal. 

How  charming  is  their  voice! 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are! 
"Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 

He  reigns  and  triumphs  here.'' 

How  happy  are  our  ears 
That  hear  the  joyful  sound, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  fer, 
And  sought,  but  never  found! 

How  blessed  are  our  eyes 
That  see  the  heavenly  light! 

Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long. 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

You,  watchmen,  join  your  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ; 

Jerusalem,  break  forth  in  songs.; 
Ye  deserts,  learn  the  joy. 

O  Lord,  make  bare  thy  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad! 

Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  (Jod* 

18 


18  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Glory  to  God  on  high! 

And  peace  o'er  all  the  earih! 
Good  will  to  men — to  angels  joy 

At  our  Redeemer's  birth! 

HYMN  11— S.  M. 

Go  with  thy  servant,  Lord; 

His  every  step  attend; 
All  needful  help  to  him  afford, 

And  bless  him  to  the  end. 


Preserve  him  from  all  wrong; 

Stand,  thou,  at  his  right  hand; 
And  keep  him  from  the  slanderous  tongue, 

And  persecuting  band. 

May  he  proclaim  aloud 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace; 
And  do,  thou,  to  the  list'ning  crowd 

His  faithful  labors  bless. 

Farewell,  dear  lab'rer,  go; 

We  part  with  thee  in  love; 
And  if  we  meet  no  more  below, 

O  may  we  meet  above! 

HYMN  12— S.  M. 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

Ye  people  of  his  choice; 
Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 

With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  10 

Oh!  tor  the  living  flame, 

From  his  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire, 

And  raise  to  heaven  our  thought! 

God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  his  salvation  ours; 
Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 

With  all  our  ransom'd  powers. 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adore; 
Stand  up  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 

Henceforth  for  evermore. 


HYMN  13— 8's,  7's,  and  Is. 

Hear,  O  sinner!  merey  hails  you: 
Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls; 

Bids  you  haste — accept  the  Saviour 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls: 

Hear,  O  sinner — 
'Tis  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

See  the  storm  of  vengeance  gathering 
O'er  the  path  you  dare  to  tread; 

The  reward  which  God  is  measuring 
Soon  shall  fall  upon  your  head: 

Turn,  O  sinner, 
Lest  his  lightnings  strike  you  dead. 


SO  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Baste,  and  flee  to  Christ  the  Saviour, 
Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may; 

Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over, 
Soon  your  life  must  pass  away: 

Haste,  O  sinner; 
You  must  perish  if  you  stay. 

HYMN  14— 12's,  ll's,  and  8's. 

The  Prince  of  Salvation  in  triumph  is  ri- 
ding, 
And  glory  attends  him  along  his  bright  way, 
The  news  of  his  graee  on  the  breezes  are 
gliding, 

And  nations  are  owning  his  sway. 

And    now  through  the  darkest  of  earth's! 

gloomy  regions, 
The  wheels  of  his  chariot  are  rolling  sub-j 

lime, 
His  banners  unfolding  his  own  true  religion  J 
Dispelling  the  errors  of  time. 

Behold  a  bright  angel  from  heaven  descend- 
ing, 

High  lifting  his  trumpet  hosannas  to  raise:! 

"Hail,  Son  of  the  Highest!  let  every  knee 
bending, 

Adore  thee  with  offerings  of  praise. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  £1 

Thy  sword  and  thy  buckler  shall  save  and 

deliver 
The  poor  and   the   needy  from   foes   that 

assail; 
Thy  bow  and    thy  quiver  shall  vanquish 

forever 

The  Prince  and  the  legions  of  hell. 

Ride  on  in  thy  greatness,  thou  conquering 

Saviour; 
Let  thousands  of  thousands  submit  to  thy 

reign, 
Acknowledge  thy  goodness,  entreat  for  thy 

favor, 

And  follow  thy  glorious  train. 

Ride  on  till  the  compass  of  thy  great  do- 
minion 
The  globe  shall  encircle  from  pole  unto  pole, 
And  mankind,  cemented   with    friendship 
and  union, 

Obey  thee  with  heart  and  with  soul.* 

Then  loud  shall  ascend  from  each  sanctified 

nation 
The  voice  of  thanksgiving,  the  chorus  of 

praise, 
And  heaven  shall  echo  the  song  of  salvation 
In  rich  and  melodious  lays." 


2Q  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  15— 6's  and  5's. 

O  turn  you!  O  turn  you!  for  why  will  you 

die 
When  God  in  his  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh^ 
Now  Jesus  invites  you, the  Spirit  says  come, 
The  brethren  are  waiting  to  welcome  you 

home. 

How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  de- 

lay 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying 


Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just 

as  you  be, 
Here  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  most 

free. 

Here  Jesus  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive; 

O  how  can  you  question  since  now  you  be- 
lieve? 

Since  sin  is  your  burden/why  will  you  not 
come?  — 

He  now  bids  you  welcome — he  now  says 
there's  room. 

In  riches,  in  pleasure,  what  can  you  obtain 
To  soothe  your  affliction,   or  banish  your 

pain; 
To  bear  up  your  spirit  when  summon'd  to 

die, 
Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high? 

i 


MISCELLANEOUS.  23 

Why  will  you  be  starving  and  feeding  on 

air? 
There's  mercy  in  Jesus  enough  and  to  spare; 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see, 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and 

free. 

HYMN  16— L.  M. 

So  let  your  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  you  piofess; 
So  let  your  works  and  virtue  shine 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

Thus  shall  you  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  your  Saviour  God; 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  3ubdues  the  power  of  sin. 

Your  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride; 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and  love, 
Your  inward  piety  approve. 

Religion  bears  your  spirits  up, 
While  you  expect  that  blessed  hope — 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord — 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

Welcome,  then,  brethren  of  the  Lord, 
The  rest  his  word  and  church  afford, 
Accept,  and  may  his  grace  divins 
Cause  you  in  deeds  of  love  to  shine. 


34  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  17— L.  M. 

This  happy  day  has  fixM  their  choice 
On  Christ  their  Saviour  and  tbeir  Lord; 
Well  may  their  glowing  hearts  rejoice, 
And  telljhe  glories  of  his  word. 

O  happy  bond,  that  seals  their  vows 
To  him  that  merits  all  their  love! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  the  house, 
While  to  his  altar  now  they  move. 

Tis  done — the  great  transaction's  done- 
They  are  the  Lord's — the  Lord  is  ours; 
Rejoice  in  Christ;  we  now  are  one; 
Rejoice  to  feel  his  heavenly  powers. 

Clory  to  God  in  endless  strains' 
Through  endless  ages  still  be  given; 
Lo!  Christ  the  great  Messiah  reigns,  * 
To  bless  our  souls  and  grant  us  heaven. 

HYMN  18— S.  M. 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  his  office  wait: 
With  joy  obey  his  heavenly  word, 

And  watch  before  his  gate. 

Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 

For  awful  is  his  name. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  25 

Watch! — 'tis  the  Lord's  command; 

And  while  we  speak,  he's  near; 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 

And  ready  all  appear. 

Oh!  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 

And  be  with  honor  crown'd. 


HYMN  19— CM. 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 

And  comfort  of  my  nights, — 

In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun; 
Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 

And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

While  Jesus  shows  his  mercy  mine, 
And  whispers  I  am  his! 

My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word, 
And  run  with  joy  the  shining  way 

To  meet  my  dearest  Lord. 


26  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  20— S.  M. 

Hungry,  and  faint,  and  poor, 

Behold  us,  Lord,  again, 
Assembled  at  thy  mercy's  door, 

Thy  bounty  to  obtain. 

Thy  word  invites  us  nigh, 
Or  we  would  starve  indeed; 

For  we  no  money  have  to  buy, 
Nor  righteousness  to  plead. 

The  food  our  spirits  want, 

Thy  hand  alone  can  give; 
Oh!  hear  the  prayer  of  faith,  and  grant 

That  we  may  eat  and  live! 

HYMN  21— S.  M. 

Oh!  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul! 

His  grace  to  thee  proclaim: 
And  all  that  is  within  me  join 

To  bless  his  holy  name. 

Oh!  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul! 

His  mercies  bear  in  mind; 
Forget  not  all  his  benefits: 

The  Lord  to  thee  is  kind. 

He  will  not  always  chide; 

He  will  with  patience  wait; 
His  wrath  is  ever  slow  to  rise, 

And  ready  to  abate. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  27 

He  pardons  all  thy  sins, 

Prolongs  thy  feeble  breath; 
He  healeth  thy  infirmities, 

And  ransoms  thee  from  death. 

Then  bless  his  holy  name, 

Whose  grace  hath  made  thee  whole; 
Whose  loving  kindness  crowns  thy  days: 

Oh!  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul! 

HYMN  22— S.  M 

My  son,  know  thou  the  Lord; 

Thy  father's  God  obey; 
Seek  his  protecting  care  by  night, 

His  guardian  hand  by  day. 

Call  while  he  may  be  found; 

Oh!  seek  him  while  he's  near; 
Serve  him  with  all  thy  heart  and  mind, 

And  worship  him  with  fear. 

If  thou  wilt  seek  his  face, 

His  ear  will  hear  thy  cry; 
Then  shalt  thou  find  his  mercy  sure, 

His  grace  forever  nigh. 

But  if  thou  leave  thy  God, 

Nor  choose  the  path  to  heaven, 

Then  shalt  thou  perish  in  thy  sins, 
And  never  be  forgiven. 


28  MISCELLANEOUS. 


HYMN  23—  Vs. 

Hail  the  day  that  saw  him  rise, 
Ravish'd  from  his  people's  eyes; 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Re-ascends  his  native  heaven. 
There  the  splendid  triumph  waits — 
"Lift  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates; 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in!" 

He  whom  highest  heaven  receives, 
Ever  loves  the  friends  he  leaves; 
Though  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  his  saints  his  own: 
Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads; 
Near  himself  prepares  a  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

Taken  from  our  eyes  to-day, 
Master,  hear  us  when  we  pray; 
See  thy  needy  servants,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee: 
Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
Far  above  yon  azure  height, 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise — 
Follow  thee  beyond  the  skins. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  39 

Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come, 
Longing,  reaching  after  home. 
There,  forever  to  remain, 
Partners  of  thine  endless  reign; 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see, 
Find  our  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 

HYMN  24-L.  M. 

God  from  the  dead  has  rais'd  his  Son; 
Death  and  the  powers  of  hell  are  spoilt; 
Justice  declares  the  work  is  done, 
And  God  and  man  are  reconcil'd. 

Christians,  for  whom  the  Lord  was  slain, 
Give  to  his  name  the  glory  due; 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain 
To  live  for  him  who  died  for  you. 

Earth's  empty  toys  no  more  esteem, 
Your  minds  from  worldly  thoughts  remove; 
Let  your  affections  rise  with  him, 
And  set  your  hearts  on  things  above. 

HYMN  25— C.  M. 

Comf,  let  our  hearts  and  voices  join 
.To  praise  the  Saviour's  name; 

Whose  truth  and  kindness  are  divine, 
Whose  love  is  still  the  same. 


30  MISCELLANEOUS. 

When  most  we  need  his  gracious  hand, 

This  friend  is  always  near; 
With  heav'n  and  earth  at  his  command, 

He  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

His  love  no  end  or  measure  know3, 
No  change  can  turn  ils  course; 

Immutably  the  same  it  flows 
From  one  eternal  source. 

HYMN  26— 8's,  S's  and  6's. 

There  is  no  path  to  heav'nly  bliss, 
To  solid  joy  or  lasting  peace, 

Bui  Christ,  th'  appointed  road; 
Oh!  may  we  tread  the  sacred  way. 
By  faith  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray, 

Till  we  sit  down  wiih  God! 

The  types  and  shadows  of  the  word 
Unite  in  Christ,  the  Man,  the  Lord, 

The  Saviour  kind  and  true; 
Oh!  may  we  still  his  word  believe, 
And  all  his  promises  receive, 

And  all  his  precepts  do. 

As  he  above  forever  lives, 
And  life  to  dying  mortals  gives, 

Eternal  and  divine; 
Oh!  may  his  spirit  in  me  dwell  ! 
Then,  sav'd  from  sin,  and  death,  and  hell, 

Eternal  life  is  mine! 


MISCELLANEOUS  31 

HYMN  -27— C.  M. 

0  happy  they  who  know  the  Lord, 
With  whom  he  deigns  to  dwell ! 

He  feeds  ami  cheers  therrrby  his  word, 
His  arm  supports  them  well. 

To  them,  in  each  distressing  hour, 

His  throne  of  grace  is  near; 
And  when  they  plead  his  love  and  pow'r, 

He  stands  engag'd  to  hear. 

His  presence  sweetens  all  our  cares, 
And  makes  our  burdens  light; 

A  word  from  him  dispels  our  fears, 
And  gilds  the  gloom  of  night, 

Lord,  we  expect  to  suffer  here, 

Nor  would  we  dare  repine; 
But  give  us  still  to  find  thee  near, 

And  own  us  still  for  thine. 

Let  us  enjoy  and  highly  prize 

These  tokens  of  thy  love, 
Till  thou  shalt  bid  our  spirits  rise 

To  worship  thee  above. 

HYMN  28— L.  M. 

The  food  on  which  thy  children  live, 
Great  God,  is  thine  alone  to  give; 
And  we,  for  grace  receiv'd,  would  raise 
A  sacred  song  of  love  and  praise. 


33  MISCELLANEOUS. 

How  vast,  how  full,  how  rich,  how  free, 
Bless' d  Jesus,  thy  rich  treasures  be! 
To  the  full  fountain  of  our  joys 
We  gladly  come  for  fresh  supplies. 

For  this  we  wait  upon  thee,  Lord; 
For  this  we  listen  to  thy  word; 
Descend  like  gentle  showers  of  rain, 
Nor  let  our  souls  attend  in  vain. 

HYMN  29— S.  M. 

How  charming  is  the  place 

Where  my  Redeemer  God 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 

And  sheds  his  love  abroad! 

Not  the  fair  palaces, 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  be  compar'd  with  this, 

Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 

Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 
With  radiant  glory  crown'd, 

Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

To  him  their  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents: 
He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 

And  grants  them  all  their  wants. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  33 

Give  me,  0  Lord!  a  place 

Within  thy  blest  abode, 
Among1  the  children  of  thy  grace, 

The  servants  of  my  God. 


HYMN  30—7*8. 

God  with  us!  O  glorious  name! 
Let  it  shine  in  endless  fame: 
God  and  man  in  Christ  unite — 
O  mysterious  depth  and  height! 

God  with  us!  amazing  love! 
Brought  him  from  his  courts  above; 
Now,  ye  saints,  his  grace  admire, 
Swell  the  song  with  holy  fire. 

God  with  us!  O  wond'rous  grace! 
Let  us  see  him  face  to  face; 
That  we  may  Immanuel  sing, 
As  we  ought,  our  God  and  King. 


HYMN  31— C.  M. 

Lord,  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee; 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  or  to  flee 

The  notice  of  thine  eye, 
19 


34  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Thy  all-observing  eye  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 

The  secrets  of  my  breast. 

My  thoughts  lie  open  to  thee,  Lord, 
Before  they're  form'd  wiihin, 

And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word 
Thou  knowest  all  I  mean. 

O!  let  thine  arms  surround  me  still, 
And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 

To  guard  my  soul  from  ev'ry  ill, 
Secured  by  sov'reign  love. 

HYMN  32— C.  M. 

Rejoice,  my  soul,  still  in  the  Lord, 
Who  makes  thy  cause  his  own; 

The  hope  that's  built  upon  his  word 
Can  ne'er  be  overthrown. 

Though  many  foes  beset  my  road, 

And  feeble  is  my  arm; 
My  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  harm. 

Weak  as  I  am,  I  shall  not  faint; 

Or,  fainting,  shall  not  die! 
Jesus,  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint, 

Will  aid  me  from  on  high. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  35 

Though  now  unseen  by  outward  sense, 

Faith  sees  him  always  near, 
A  guide,  a  glory,  a  defence; 

Then  what  have  I  to  fear] 

HYMN  33— C.  M. 

Lord!  when  together  here  we  meet, 

And  taste  thy  heav'nly  grace, 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 

We're  loath  to  leave  the  place. 

Yet,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will 

That  we  must  part  again, 
0!  let  thy  gracious  presence  still 

With  every  one  remain. 

Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 
Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 

Till  we,  around  thy  glorious  throne, 
Shall  joyous  meet  above; 

Where  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart 

Shall  then  forever  fly, 
And  not  one  thought  that  we  shall  part 

Once  intercept  our  joy. 

HYMN  31— L.  M. 

Father  of  mercies!  God  of  love! 
Whose  kind  compassion  still  we  prove, 
Our  praise  accept,  and  bless  U3  here, 
Thus  brought  to  see  another  year. 


36  MISCELLANEOUS. 

What  shall  we  render  to  thy  name, 
Or  how  thy  glorious  praise  proclaim! 
Whose  constant,  kind,  indulgent  care, 
Has  brought  us  to  another  year. 

Thy  bounty,  pity,  patience  too, 
With  thankful  hearts,  Lord,  we  review; 
And  own  we've  had  a  plenteous  share 
To  bring  us  to  another  year. 

Our  souls,  our  all,  we  here  resign; 
Make  us,  and  keep  us  ever  thine: 
And  grant  that  in  thy  love  and  fear 
We  may  begin  another  year. 

Be  this  our  sweet  experience  still, 
To  know  and  do  thy  holy  will; 
Then  shall  our  souls  with  joy  sincere 
Bless  thee  for  this — another  year. 

Help  us  to  walk,  as  in  thy  sight, 
With  glowing  pleasure  and  delight; 
Then,  whether  life  or  death  appear, 
We'll  bless  thee  for  another  year. 

Still,  Lord,  through  life  thy  love  display, 
And  then  in  death's  approaching  day 
We'll  joyful  part  with  all  that's  here, 
Nor  wish  on  earth  another  year. 


MISCELLANEOUS  37 

HYMN  35— 7's. 

Bright  and  joyful  was  the  morn 
When  to  us  a  Child  was  born; 
From  the  highest  realms  of  heaven 
To  us  a  Son  is  given. 

On  his  shoulder  he  shall  bear 
Power  and  majesty;  and  wear 
On  his  vesture  and  his  thigh 
Names  most  awful — names  most  high. 

Wonderful  in  counsel  he, 

Christ  th'  incarnate  Deity, 

Sire  of  ages  ne'er  to  cease, 

King  of  Kings,  and  Prince  of  Peace. 

Come  and  worship  at  his  feet, 
Yield  to  him  the  homage  meet; 
From  his  manger  to  his  throne, 
Homage  due  to  God  alone. 

HYMN  36— 8's  and  6's. 

Christians,  keep  your  armor  bright; 

Rejoice,  give  thanks,  and  sing; 
In  union  strong  together  fight; 

Hosanna  to  our  King! 
Come,  laud  and  magnify  his  name, 

Nor  let  his  praises  cease; 
His  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 

And  all  his  paths  are  peace. 


38  MISCELLANEOUS. 

We  will  not  act  the  coward's  part, 

But  onward  all  proceed; 
Our  Captain  shall  his  grace  impart 

In  ev'ry  time  of  need. 
Great  peace  have  they  who  love  his  cause, 

And  on  his  word  rely: 
From  such  as  keep  his  holy  laws 

The  enemy  will  fly. 

The  world  and  sin  may  grieve  us  sore, 

And  rouse  our  weakest  fears; 
Our  march  is  but  a  few  days  more 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears. 
Death  may  assail,  and  Satan  too, 

With  his  opposing  powers; 
But  let  us  prove  our  valor  true, 

The  victory  is  ours. 

CHORUS. 

Oh!  it  will  be  glorious, 
With  crowns  and  palms  victorious, 
And  Jesus  reigning  over  us, 
When  our  sad  warfare's  o'er. 


HYMN  37— 7's. 

Sinners,  come  and  taste  with  me 
Consolation  rich  and  free, 
From  our  wealthy  Father's  board, 
With  the  rarest  dainties  stored. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  St) 

Wherefore  should  we  feast  alone? 
God  invites  you  every  one; 
All  that  come  of  free  good  will 
Makes  the  hanquet  sweeter  still. 

Come,  O  come  to  Mercy's  door; 
Christ  receiveih  all  the  poor; 
Jesus  gives  a  glorious  share; 
To  his  banquet  then  repair. 

HYMN  38-3's,  7's  and  4's. 
What,  poor  sinner,  means  this  sadnessl 

Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down? 
Let  thy  grief  be  tum'd  to  gladness, 
Bid  thy  restless  fears  be  gone: 

Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  his  blest  name. 

Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 
From  without  and  from  within, 

Jesus  never  will  forget  thee; 
Only  turn  and  follow  him: 

He  is  faithful 
To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

HYMN  39— 8's  and  7's. 
Sinners,  hear  your  Lord  and  Saviour, 

Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day; 
Turn  from  all  your  vain  behaviour; 

O  repent,  return,  obey! 


40  MISCELLANEOUS, 

O  be  wise  before  you  languish 

On  the  bed  of  dying  strife; 
Endless  joy  or  endless  anguish 

Turn  upon  th'  events  of  life. 
Open  now  your  case  before  him, 

Bid  the  JSaviour  welcome  in; 
O  receive  him!  O  adore  him! 

Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin! 
Come,  foT  all  things  now  are  ready, 

Yet  there's  room  for  many  more; 
O  you  blind,  you  lame,  you  needy, 

Come  to  wisdom's  boundless  store! 

HYMN  40-8's  and  G's. 
There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wand'rers  giv'n; 
There  is  a  tear  for  soul's  distress'd, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast — 

'Tis  found  above — in  heaven. 
There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sins  and  sorrows  driven; 
When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear — but  heaven. 
There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven; 
It  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly. 

And  all  secure — in  heaven. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  41 

There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom; 
beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


HYMN  41— P.  M, 

Delay  not,  delay  not!  O  sinner,  draw  near; 

The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for 

thee; 

No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 

Redemption  is   purchas'd — salvation  is 

free. 

Delay  not,  delay  not;  why  longer  abuse 
The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus  our 
Lord? 
A  fountain  is  open'd;  how  canst  thou  refuse 
To  wash  and  be  cleans'd  in  his  pardon- 
ing blood? 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  to  come; 
For  mercy  still  lingers,   and  calls  thee 
to-day; 
Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the 
tomb; 
Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass 
away. 


42  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Delay  not,  delay  not;  the  Spirit  of  Grace, 
Long  griev'd  and  resisted,  entreats  thee 
to  come; 
Beware,  lest  in  darkness  you  finish  your 
race, 
And  sink  to  the  vale  of  eiernity's  gloom 

Delay  not,  delay  not;  the  hour  is  at  hand 
The  earth  shall  dissolve  and  the  heav'ns 
shall  fade, 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment 
shall  stand; 
What  power,  then,  O  sinner,  shall  lend 
you  its  aid] 

HYMN  42— CM. 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song: 
O  may  his  love  (immoital  flame!) 

Tune  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue. 

His  love  what  mortal  thought  can  reach? 

What  mortal  tongue  display? 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 

In  wonder  dies  away. 

He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high, 
Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 

And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die! 
Was  ever  love  like  this? 


MISCELLANEOUS.  43 

Blest  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  ihee; 
Mayev'ry  heart  with  rapture  say, 

'The  Saviour  died  for  me!' 

O  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme, 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue, 
'Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 

And  join  the  sacred  song. 

HYMN  43— S's  and  Vs. 


Come,  dear  friends,  we  are  all  brethren, 

Bound  for  Canaan's  happy  land; 
Come,  unite  and  walk  together, 

Christ,  our  leader,  gives  command. 
Cease  to  boast  of  party  merit, 

Wound  the  cause  of  God  no  more, 
Be  united  by  his  Spirit, 

Zion's  peace  again  restore. 

Now  our  hand,  our  heart,  and  spirit, 

Here  in  fellowship  we  give; 
Let  us  love  and  peace  inherit, 

Show  the  world  how  Christians  live. 
We'll  be  one  in  Christ  our  Saviour, 

Male  and  female,  bond  and  free! 
Christ  is  all  in  all  forever, 

In  him  we  shall  blessed  be. 


44  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  44— C.  M. 

The  Saviour!  O  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound! 
Its  influence  ev'ry  fear  disarm?, 

And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 

And  doom'd  to  endless  woe. 

TV  Almighty  Former  of  the  skies 

S'oop'd  to  our  vile  abode; 
While  angels  view'd  with  wond'ring  eyes* 

And  hail'd  th'  incarnate  God. 

O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine! 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store! 
Dlest  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine; 

I  cannot  wish  for  more 

On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies; 

Beneath  thy  cross  1  fall; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 

My  Saviour  and  my  all! 

HYMN  45— L.  M. 

Awake,  my  soul,  thy  tribute  bring- 
To  Him  who  gave  thee  pow'r  to  sing; 
Praise  Him  who  is  all  praise  above, 
The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  45 

How  vast  his  knowledge!  how  profound! 
A  depth  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd! 
The  stars  he  numbers,  and  their  names 
He  gives  to  all  those  heav'nly  flames. 

Through  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  thousand  thousand  charms  unfold: 
Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine 
To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 

But  in  redemption,  O  what  grace! 
Its  wonders,  O  what  thought  can  trace! 
Here  wisdom  shines  forever  bright: 
Praise  him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight! 

HYMN  46— S,  M. 

Like  Noah's  weary  dove, 

That  soar'd  the  earth  around, 
But  not  a  resting  place  above 

The  cheerless  waters  found: 

O  cease,  my  wand'ring  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam; 
All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 

Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

Behold  the  Ark  of  God, 

Behold  the  open  door; 
Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 

And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 


46  MISCELLANEOUS. 

There  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 
There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 

And  every  longing  satisfy'd, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

And  when  the  waves  of  ire 

Again  the  earth  shall  fill, 
The  Ark  shall  ride  the  sea  of  fire — 

Then  rest  on  Zion's  hill. 

HYMN  47— 8's,  7's  and  4's. 
Light  of  them  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Rise  and  shine,  thy  blessings  bring; 
Light  to  lighten  all  the  Gentiles! 
Rise  with  healing  in  thy  wing: 

To  thy  brightness 
Let  all  kings  and  nations  come. 

May  the  heathen,  now  adoring 
Idol-gods  of  wood  and  stone, 

Come,  and,  worshipping  before  him, 
Serve  the  living  God  alone! 

Let  thy  glory 
Fill  the  earth  as  floods  the  sea. 

Thou  to  whom  all  power  is  given, 
Speak  the  word:  at  thy  command 

Let  thy  true  and  faithful  heralds 
Spread  thy  name  from  land  to  land: 

Lord,  be  with  them 
Always  to  the  end  of  time! 


MISCELLANEOUS,  47 

HYMN  48— 5's,  6's,  and  ll's. 

Come,  let  us  anew 

Our  journey  pursue, 

Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear: 

His  adorable  will 

Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labor  of 
love. 

Our  life  is  a  dream; 

Our  life,  as  a  stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away; 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 

The  arrow  is  flown, 

The  moment  is  gone, 

The  delectable  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  near. 

Oh!  that  each  in  the  day 

Of  his  coming  may  say, 

'I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
I  have  finish'd  the  work  thou  didst  give  me 
to  do!' 

Oh!  that  each  from  his  Lord 

May  receive  the  glad  word, 

'Well  and  faithfully  done, 
Enter  into  my  joy  and  sit  down  on  my 
throne!' 


43  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  49— L.  M. 

Great  God,  we  sing  thy  mighty  hand, 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand; 
The  op'ning  year  thy  mercy  shows, 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded,  by  oar  God! 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 
By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 
We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

In  scenes  exalted  or  depress'd, 
Be  thou  our  joy  and  thou  our  rest; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Ador'd  through  all  our  changing  days. 

When  death  shall  interrupt  these  songs, 
And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues, 
Our  helper  God,  in  whom  we  trust, 
In  better  worlds  our  souls  shall  boast. 

HYMN  50— C.  M. 

Mistaken  souls,  that  dream  of  heaven, 
And  make  their  empty  boast 

Of  inward  joys,  and  sins  forgiven, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  19 

Vain  are  our  fancy's  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead; 
None  but  a  living  power  unites 

To  Christ,  the  living  head, 

'Tis  faith  that  purifies  the  heart; 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love; 
That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 

And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

This  faith  shall  every  fear  control 

By  its  celestial  power: 
With  holy  triumph  fill  the  soul 

In  death's  approaching  hour. 

HYMN  51— L.  M. 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake!  awake! 
Put  on  thy  strength!  the  nations  shake! 
And  let  the  wo  Id  adoring  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

Say  to  the  heathen,  from  ihv  throne, 
'I  am  Jehovah — God  alone!' 
Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt, 
Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt! 
But  to  each  conscience  be  applyM 
The  blood  that  flow'd  from  Jesus'  side. 
20 


50  MISCELLANEOUS, 

Let  Zion's  time  of  favor  come; 
O!  bring  ihe  tribes  of  Israel  home; 
And  let  01  r  wond'ring  eyes  behold 
Genti'es  and  Jews  in  Jesus'  fold. 

Almighty  God!  thy  grace  proclaim 
In  ev'ry  land  of  ev'ry  name! 
Let  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall, 
And  crown  thee  Saviour,  Lord  of  all ! 


HYMN  52—11.  4. 

With  songs  of  grateful  praise 

Surround  Jehovah's  seat; 
The  goodness  of  his  ways 
Through  all  the  earth  repeat; 
His  mercy  rose 
Ere  time  was  known, 
And  from  his  throne 
Eternal  flows. 

He  bids  his  light  arise, 

And  sends  his  gospel  forth; 
From  East  to  West  it  flies, 
And  fills  the  South  and  North; 
His  mighty  grace 
Its  powrer  imparts, 
And  willing  hearts 

His  truth  embrace. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  51 

Then  far  as  isles  extend, 

To  the  vast  ocean's  bound, 
Let  kings  to  Jesus  bend, 

And  pour  their  off'rings  round; 
Arabia,  raise 
The  song  divine, 
And,  Afric,  join 

T'  exalt  his  praise. 

Let  India's  fertile  shore 

Its  gifts  and  honors  bring, 
To  hail  the  Saviour's  power, 
To  crown  Immanuel  King; 
Remotest  lands 
The  homage  pay, 
Till  all  obey 

His  high  commands. 


HYMN  53— L.  M. 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day, 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race? 

Teach  us,  O  Lord!  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue; 
Let  alms  bestow'd,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witness'd  by  each  rolling  sun. 


5*  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Thus  he  who  marks  from  day  to  day 
In  gen'rous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  the  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

HYMN  54— C.  M. 

Father  of  all,  we  bow  to  thee, 
Who  dwell'st  in  heav'n,  ador'd; 

But  present  still,  through  all  thy  works, 
The  universal  Lord. 

Forever  hallow'd  be  thy  name, 

By  all  beneath  the  skies; 
And  let  thy  kingdom  still  advance 

Till  grace  to  glory  rise. 

A  grateful  homage  let  us  yield, 
With  hearts  resign'd  to  thee; 

And  as  in  heav'n  thy  will  is  done, 
On  earth  so  let  it  be! 

From  day  to  day  we  humbly  own 
The  hand  that  feeds  us  still; 

Give  us  our  bread,  and  teach  to  rest 
Contented  with  thy  will. 

Our  sins  before  thee  we  confess: 

Oh!  may  they  be  forgiv'n; 
As  we  to  oihers  mercy  show, 

We  mercy  beg  from  Heav'n. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  53 

Still  let  thy  grace  our  lives  direct, 

From  evil  guard  our  way; 
And  in  temptation's  fatal  path 

Permit  us  not  to  stray. 

For  thine  the  power,  the  kingdom  thine, 

All  glory's  due  to  thee; 
Thine  from  eternity  they  were, 

And  thine  shall  ever  be. 

HYMN  55— C.  M. 

One  glance  of  thine,  eternal  Lord, 

Pierces  all  nature  through; 
Nor  heaven,  nor  earth,  nor  hell  afford 

A  shelter  from  thy  view! 

The  mighty  whole,  each  smaller  part, 

At  once  before  thee  lies; 
And  ev'ry  thought  of  ev'ry  heart 

Is  open  to  thine  eyes. 

Though  greatly  from  myself  conceal'd. 

Thou  see'st  my  inward  frame; 
To  thee  I  always  stand  reveal'd 

Exactly  as  I  am. 

Since  therefore  I  can  hardly  bear 

What  in  myself  1  see, 
How  vile  and  black  must  I  appear, 

Most  holy  God,  to  thee! 


54  MISCELLANEOUS. 

But  since  my  Saviour  stands  between, 

In  garments  dy'd  in  blood, 
'Tis  he,  instead  of  me,  is  seen, 

When  I  approach  to  God. 

Thus,  though  a  sinner,  I  am  safe; 

He  pleads  before  the  throne, 
His  life  and  death  in  my  behalf, 

And  calls  my  sins  his  own. 

What  wondrous  love — what  mysteries, 

In  this  appointment  shine! 
My  breaches  of  the  law  are  his, 

And  his  obedience  mine. 

HYMN  56— L.  M. 

The  God  who  once  to  Israel  spoke, 
From  Sinai's  top,  in  fire  and  smoke, 
In  gentle  strains  of  gospel  grace 
Invites  us  now  to  seek  his  face. 

He  wears  no  terrors  on  his  brow; 
He  speaks  in  love  from  Zion  now; 
It  is  the  voice  of  Jesus'  blood 
Calling  poor  wand'rers  home  to  God. 

The  holy  Moses  quak'd  and  fear'd 
When  Sinai's  thundering  law  he  heard; 
But  reigning  grace,  with  accents  mild, 
Speaks  to  the  sinner  as  a  child. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  55 

Hark!  how  from  Calvary  it  sounds — 
From  the  Redeemer's  bleeding  wounds — 
"Pardon  and  grace  I  freely  give; 
Poor  sinner,  look  to  me  and  live!" 

HYMN  57— L.  M. 

When  Israel's   tribes  were  parch'd  with 

thirst, 
Forth  from  the  rock  the  waters  burst; 
And  all  their  future  journey  through 
Yielded  them  drink  and  gospel  too! 

In  Moses'  rod  a  type  they  saw 

Of  his  severe  and  fiery  law; 

The  smitten  rock  prefigur'd  him 

From    whose   pierc'd   side   all   blessings 

stream. 
But,  ah!  the  types  were  all  too  faint 
His  sorrows  or  his  worth  to  paint; 
Slight  was  the  stroke  of  Moses'  rod, 
But  he  endur'd  the  wrath  of  God. 
Their  outward  roek  could  yield  no  pain, 
But  ours  was  wounded,  torn,  and  slain; 
The  rock  gave  but  a  wat'ry  flood, 
But  Jesus  pour'd  forth  streams  of  blood. 
The  earth  is  like  their  wilderness, 
A  land  of  drought  and  sore  distress; 
Without  one  stream  from  pole  to  pole 
To  satisfy  a  thirsty  soul. 


66  MISCELLANEOUS. 

But  let  the  Saviour's  praise  resound; 
In  him  refreshing  streams  are  found, 
Which  pardon,  strength,  and  comfort  give, 
And  thirsty  sinners  drink  and  live. 

HYMN  58— CM. 

Jesus  has  died  that  I  might  live, 

Might  live  to  God  alone; 
In  him  eternal  life  receive, 

And  be  in  spirit  one. 

Saviour,  I  thank  thee  for  the  grace, 

The  gift  unspeakable; 
And  wait  with  arms  of  faith  t'  embrace, 

And  all  thy  love  to  feel. 

Give  me  thyself  from  every  boa«t, 

From  every  wish  set  free; 
Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  lost, 

But  give  thyself  to  me. 
Thy  gifts,  alas!  cannot  suffice, 

Unless  thyself  be  given; 
Thy  presence  makes  my  paradise, 

And  where  thou  art  is  heaven. 

HYMN  59— CM. 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High  Priest  above; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 

His  bowels  melt  with  love. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  57 

Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  divine, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 

For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 

He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 
Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears; 

And,  in  his  measure,  feels  afresh 
Whatev'ry  member  bears. 

Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power; 
We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 

In  the  distressing  hour. 

HYMN  60— CM. 

Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 

In  nature's  barren  soil; 
All  we  can  boast,  till  Christ  we  know, 

Is  vanity  and  toil. 

A  bleeding  Saviour  seen  by  faith, 

A  sense  of  pard'ning  love, 
A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 

Give  joys  like  those  above. 

To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  veil, 

To  know  that  God  is  mine, 
Are  springs  of  joy  that  never  fail, 

Unspeakle,  divine! 


58  MISCELLANEOUS. 

These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy 

And  sanctify  the  mind; 
Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world  behind. 

No  more,  believer,  monrn  thy  lot; 

O!  thou  who  art  the  Lord's, 
Resign  to  those  who  know  him  not, 

Such  joys  as  earth  affords. 

HYMN  61— IV.  1. 

You  servants  of  God, 

Your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad 

His  wonderful  name; 
The  name,  all  victorious, 

Of  Jesus,  extol; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious, 

And  rules  over  all. 

Christ  ruleth  on  high, 

Almighty  to  save; 
And  still  he  is  nigh — 

His  presence  we  have: 
The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation 

To  Jesus  our  King. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  59 

Salvation  to  Him 

Who  sits  on  the  throne — 
Let  all  cry  aloud 

And  honor  the  Son: 
Our  Saviour's  praises 

The  angels  proclaim, 
They  fall  on  their  faces 

And  worship  the  Lamb. 

Him  let  us  adore, 

And  give  him  his  right; 
And  glory  and  power, 

And  wisdom  and  might; 
All  honor  and  blessing, 

With  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing 

For  infinite  love. 


HYMN  62— L.  M. 

What  thousands  never  knew  the  road! 
What  thousands  hate  it  when  'tis  known! 
None  but  the  chosen  tribes  of  God 
Will  seek  or  choose  it  for  their  own. 

A  thousand  ways  in  ruin  end; 
One  only  leads  to  joy  on  high; 
By  that  my  willing  steps  ascend, 
Pleas'd  with  a  journey  to  the  sky. 


60  MISCELLANEOUS. 

The  joy  that  fades  is  not  for  me, 
1  seek  immortal  joys  above; 
There  glory  without  end  shall  be 
Enjoy'd  by  saints  through  Jesus'  love. 


HYMN  63-111.  5. 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Messiah! 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 
T  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty; 

Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand; 
Bread  of  heaven, 

Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 


Open,  thou,  the  crystal  fountain 
Whence  the  healing  waters  flow; 

Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through: 

Strong  deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside; 

Death  of  death,  and  grave's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side: 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


MISCELLANEOUS,  61 

HYMN  64— III.  2. 

Rock  of  ages!  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  thy  side,  a  healing  flood, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure — 

Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 

Should  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone; 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eye-lids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, — 
Rock  of  ages!  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee! 

HYMN  65— L.  M. 

Let  thoughtless  thousands  choose  the  road 
That  leads  the  soul  away  from  God; 
This  happiness,  blest  Lord,  be  mine, 
To  live  and  die  entirely  thine. 


kt  MISCELLANEOUS. 

On  Christ,  by  faith,  my  soul  would  live, 
From  him  my  life,  my  all  receive; 
To  him  devote  my  fleeting  hours, 
Serve  him  alone  with  all  my  pow'rs. 

Christ  is  my  everlasting  all, 
To  him  I  look,  on  him  I  call; 
He  will  my  ev'ry  want  supply 
In  time  and  through  eternity. 

Soon  will  the  Lord,  my  life,  appear; 
Soon  shall  I  end  my  trials  here; 
Leave  sin  and  sorrow,  death  and  pain — 
To  live  is  Christ — to  die  is  gain. 

HYMN  66— C.  M. 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sov'reign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  graee 

Let  this  petition  rise. 

Give  me  a  calm  and  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 

And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 

And  crown  my  journey's  end. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  63 

HYMN  67— L.  M. 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  king?, 
Under  thy  own  almighty  wings. 

Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

Teach  me  to  live  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed; 
Teach  me  to  die  that  so  I  may 
Triumphant  rise  at  the  last  day. 

HYMN  68— S.  M. 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church,  our  blest  Redeemer  sav'd 

With  his  own  precious  blood. 

Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 

Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

Jesus,  thou  Friend  Divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliv'rance  bring. 


64  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 

And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


HYMN  69— C.  M. 

Thou  art  our  Shepherd,  glorious  God! 

Thy  little  flock  behold, 
And  guide  us  by  thy  staff  and  rod 

The  children  of  thy  fold. 

We  praise  thy  name  that  we  were  brought 
To  this  delightful  place,  [taught, 

Where  we  are  watch'd,  and  warn'd,  and 
The  children  of  thy  grace. 

May  all  our  friends,  thy  servants  here, 

Meet  with  us  all  above, 
And  we  and  they  in  heaven  appear, 

The  children  of  thy  love! 


HYMN  70— L.  M. 

Happy  the  saints  whose  lot  is  cast 
Where  oft  is  heard  the  gospel  sound; 

The  word  is  pleasant  to  their  taste, 
A  healing  balm  for  every  wound. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  65 

With  joy  they  hasten  to  the  place 

Where  they  their  Saviour  oft  have  met; 

And  while  they  feast  upon  his  grace, 
Their  hardens  and  their  griefs  forget. 

This  favor'd  lot,  my  friends,  is  ours; 

May  we  the  privilege  improve, 
And  find  these  consecrated  hours 

Sweet  earnests  of  the  joys  above. 

HYMN  71— L.  M. 

Come,  Christian  brethren,  ere  We  part 
Join  every  voice  and  every  heart; 
One  solemn  hymn  to  God  we  raise, 
One  final  song  of  grateful  praise. 

Christians,  we  here  may  meet  no  more; 
But  there  is  yet  a  happier  shore; 
And  there,  releas'd  from  toil  and  pain, 
Dear  brethren,  we  shall  meet  again. 

HYMN  TZ— L.  M. 

Lord!  now  we  part  in  thy  blest  name, 
In  which  we  here  together  came; 
Grant  us  our  few  remaining  days 
To  work  thy  will  and  spread  thy  praise. 

Teach  us  in  life  and  death  to  b!e*s 
Thee,  Lord,  our  strength  and  righteousness; 
!And  grant  us  all  to  meet  above, 
Where  we  shall  better  sing  thy  love! 
21 


GG  MISCELLANEOUS 

HYMN  73— S.  M, 

In  all  my  ways,  O  God, 

I  would  acknowledge  thee; 
And  seek  to  keep  my  heart  and  house 

From  all  pollution  free. 

Where'er  I  have  a  tent, 

An  altar  will  I  raise; 
And  thither  my  oblations  bring-, 

Of  humble  prayer  and  praise. 
Could  I  my  wish  obtain, 

My  household,  Lord,  should  be 
Devoted  to  thyself  alone, 

A  nursery  for  thee. 

HYMN  74— L.  M. 

Father  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless, 
Which  crowns  our  families  wiih  peace; 
From  thee  they  spring,  and  by  thy  han($ 
They  have  been  and  are  still  sustain'd. 

To  God,  most  worthy  to  be  prais'd, 
Be  our  domestic  altars  rais'd; 
Who,  Lord  of  heaven,  scorns  not  to  dwell; 
With  saints  in  their  obscurest  cell. 

To  thee  may  each  united  house 
Morning  and  night  present  its  vows; 
Our  servants  there,  and  rising  race, 
Be  taught  thy  precepts  and  thy  grace, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  67 

HYMN  75— C.  M. 

Thou  art  the  way — to  thee  alone 

From  sin  and  death  we  flee; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek. 

Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

Thou  art  the  truth — thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind 

And  purify  the  heart. 

Thou  art  the  life— the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conqu'ring  arm; 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 

Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life; 

Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 
That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 

Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

HYMN  76— C.  M. 

Dear  brethren,  come,  draw  near  to  God 

With  songs  of  sacred  praise; 
For  he  is  good,  immensely  good, 

And  just  are  all  his  ways. 

All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care; 

In  him  we  live  and  move; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 

The  won  Jprs  of  his  love. 


63  MISCELLANEOUS. 

He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms; 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 

In  its  diviner  forms. 


HYMN  77— L.  M. 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon; 
His  track  1  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  him  I  view. 

The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness — 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

This  is  the  way  I  long  had  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief  and  burden  long  had  been 
That  I  had  not  been  saved  from  sin. 

The  more  I  strove  against  its  power 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"Come  hither,  soul — I  am  the  way." 

Then  glad  I  came  to  him,  blest  Lamb! 
And  made  confession  of  his  name: 
Myself  alone  had  I  to  give; 
Nothing  but  love  I  did  receive. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  69 

Now  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round 
What  a  blest  Saviour  I  have  found; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  Behold  the  way  to  God! 

HYMN  73— C.  M. 

Thy  way,  O,  Lord,  is  in  the  sea; 

Thy  paths  I  cannot  trace, 
Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 

Of  thy  unbounded  grace. 

'Tis  but  in  part  I  know  thy  will; 

I  bless  thee  for  the  sight: 
When  will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal 

In  glory's  clearer  light? 

With  rapture  shall  I  then  survey 

Thy  providence  and  grace; 
And  spend  an  everlasting  day 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

HYMN  79— C.  M. 
When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys," 
Transported  with  the  view  I'm  lost 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 

To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 


70  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  soul 
Thy  tender  care  bestow'd, 

Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 
From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd. 

When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 
With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 

Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 

The  glorious  theme  renew. 

Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  joyfnl  song  I'll  raise; 
For,  O!  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise! 


HYMN  80— 112th. 

My  Prophet  thou,  my  heavenly  guide, 
Thy  sweet  instructions  1  will  hear! 

The  words  that  from  thy  lips  proceed, 
O!  how  divinely  sweet  they  are! 

Thee,  my  great  Prophet,  I  would  love, 

And  imitate  the  bless'd  above. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  71 

VLy  great  High  Priest,  whose  precious  blood 

Did  once  atone  upon  the  cross; 
Who  now  dost  intercede  with  God, 

And  plead  the  friendless  sinner's  cause; 
tn  thee  I  trust,  thee  I  would  love, 
And  imitate  the  bless'd  above. 

My  King  supreme,  to  thee  I  bow5 

A  willing  subject  at  thy  feet; 
All  other  lords  1  disavow, 

And  to  thy  government  submit. 
My  Saviour  King  this  heart  would  love, 
And  imitate  the  bless'd  above. 


HYMN  81— L.  M. 

Jesus,  the  spring  of  joys  divine, 
Whence  all  our  hopes  and  comforts  flow; 
Jesus,  no  other  name  but  thine 
Can  save  us  from  eternal  woe. 

In  vain  would  boasting  reason  find 
The  way  to  happiness  and  God; 
Her  weal?  directions  leave  the  mind 
Bewilder'd  in  a  dubious  road. 

No  other  name  will  Heaven  approve; 
Thou  art  the  true,  the  living  way, 
Ordain'd  by  everlasting  love 
To  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day. 


73  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Here  let  our  constant  feet  abide, 
Nor  from  the  heavenly  path  depart: 
O  let  thy  Spirit,  gracious  Guide, 
Direct  our  steps  and  cheer  our  heart! 

Safe  lead  us  through  this  world  of  night, 
And  bring  us  to  the  blissful  plains — 
The  region  of  unclouded  light, 
Where  perfect  joy  forever  reigns. 

HYMN  82— L.  M. 

O  lovk  beyond  conception  great 
That  form'd  the  vast,  stupendous  plan, 
Where  all  divine  perfections  meet 
To  reconcile  rebellious  man. 

There  wisdom  shines  in  fullest  blaze, 
And  justice  all  her  right  maintains — 
Astonish'd  angels  stoop  to  gaze, 
While  mercy  o'er  the  guilty  reigns. 

Yes,  mercy  reigns,  and  justice  too; 
In  Christ  they  both  harmonious  meet; 
He  paid  to  justice  all  her  due, 
And  now  he  fill3  the  mercy-seat. 

HYMN  83— L.  M. 

God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known; 
'Tis  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 
J^nd  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  73 

Here  sinners  of  an  humble  frame 
May  taste  his  grace  and  learn  his  name; 
'Tis  writ  in  charactets  of  blood, 
Severely  just,  immensely  good. 

Here,  Jesus  in  ten  thousand  ways, 
His  soul-attracting  charms  displays, 
Recounts  his  poverty  and  pains, 
And  tells  his  love  in  melting  strains. 

May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie 
Close  to  my  heart  and  near  my  eye, 
Till  life's  last  hour  my  soul  engage, 
And  be  my  chosen  heritage! 

HYMN  84— C.  M. 

Lo!  wisdom  stands  with  smiling  face, 

And  courts  us  to  her  arms; 
Who  can  resist  the  wond'rous  grace, 

And  slight  her  powerful  charms? 

She,  gen'rous,  holds  out  to  our  sight, 

Riches  which  shall  endure; 
Not  sparkling  rubies  half  so  bright, 

Nor  finest  gold  so  pure. 

Eternal  pleasures  fill  her  train, 

Pleasures  that  never  cloy; 
Come,  drink  of  bliss  unmix'd  with  pain, 

And  taste  celestial  joy. 


74  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Immortal  crowns  she  now  displays, 
And  thrones  beyond  the  skies; . 

Accept  her  blessings  while  she  stays, 
And  seize  the  glorious  prize. 

HYMN  85— C.  M. 

Ho,  ye  who  thirst!  a  living  fount 

For  you  is  open'd  wide — 
The  fount  that  gush'd  on  Calvary's  mount 

From  our  Redeemer's  side. 

Come,  seek  salvation  through  the  blood 

So  freely  pour'd  for  you; 
O!  leave  the  broad  and  downward  road 

That  leads  to  endless  woe. 

Come,  ye  who  long  in  vain  have  sought 

True  happiness  to  find. 
In  all  the  joys  of  earth  there's  nought 

Can  fill  th'  immortal  mind. 

Come,  and  partake  the  blessed  feast 
That  Christ  for  you  has  spread; 

Not  all  the  treasures  of  the  East 
Could  buy  this  living  bread. 

Come,  join  the  humble  happy  band 

That  sing  redemption's  lay; 
With  them  united,  heart  and  hand, 

Pursue  the  heavenly  way. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  75 

HYMN  86— C.  M. 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  my  zeal, 

And  an  immortal  crown. 

'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 

To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 

And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

Bless'd  Saviour,  introduc'd  by  thee, 

Have  we  our  race  begun; 
And,  crown'd  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 

We'll  lay  our  honors  down. 

HYMN  87— CM. 

Mv  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 

My  everlasting  all; 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 

Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

How  vain  a  toy  is  glittering  wealth, 

If  once  compared  to  thee! 
Or  what's  my  safety  or  my  health, 

Or  all  my  friends  to  me! 


76  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  call'd  the  stars  my  own; 
Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 

I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

HYMN  88— L.  M. 

By  faith  in  Christ  I  walk  with  God, 
With  heav'n,  my  journey's  end,  in  view, 
Supported  by  his  staff  and  rod, 
My  road  is  safe  and  pleasant  too. 

I  travel  through  a  desert  wide, 
Where  many  round  me  blindly  stray; 
But  He  vouchsafes  to  be  my  guide, 
And  keeps  me  in  the  narrow  way. 

Though  snares  and  dangers  throng  my  path 
And  earth  and  hell  my  course  withstand, 
I  triumph  over  all  by  faith, 
Guarded  by  his  almighty  hand. 

The  wilderness  affords  no  food, 
But  God  for  my  support  prepares; 
Provides  me  ev'ry  needful  good, 
And  frees  my  soul  from  wants  and  cares. 

With  him  sweet  converse  I  maintain, 
Great  as  he  is,  I  dare  be  free; 
I  tell  him  all  my  grief  and  pain, 
And  he  reveals  his  love  to  me. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  7? 

Some  cordial  from  his  word  he  brings 
Whene'er  my  feeble  spirit  faints; 
At  once  my  soul  revives  and  sings, 
And  yields  no  more  to  sad  complaints. 

[  pity  all  the  worldling's  talk 

Of  pleasures  that  will  quickly  end; 

Be  this  my  choice,  O  God,  to  walk 

With  thee,  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend. 

HYMN  89— C.  M. 

Didst  thou,  Lord  Jesus,  suffer  shame, 

And  bear  the-cross  for  me? 
\nd  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name, 

Or  thy  disciple  be? 

Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  dread 
To  suffer  shame  or  loss; 
!  let  me  in  thy  footsteps  tread, 
And  glory  in  thy  cross. 

[nspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 

And  holy  courage  bold; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine, 

Nor  love  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

Say  to  my  soul,  'Why  dost  thou  fear 

The  face  of  feeble  clay? 
3ehold  thy  Saviour  ever  near, 

Will  guide  thee  in  the  way.' 


78  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Oh!  how  my  soul  would  rise  and  run 

At  this  reviving  word; 
Nor  any  painful  suff  rings  shun, 

To  follow  thee,  my  Lord. 

Let  sinful  men  reproach,  defame, 
And  call  me  what  they  will, 

If  I  may  glorify  thy  name, 
And  be  thy  servant  still. 

HYMN  90— 7's. 

Happiness,  thou  lovely  name, 
Where's  thy  seat,  O  tell  me  where1? 
Learning,  pleasure,  wealth,  and  tame, 
All  cry  out,  'It  is  not  there.' 

Not  the  wisdom  of  the  wise 
Can  inform  us  where  it  lies; 
Not  the  grandeur  of  the  great 
Can  the  bliss  I  seek  create. 

Object  of  my  soul's  desire, 
Jesus,  crucified  for  me! 
All  my  happiness  lies  there, 
Only  to  be  found  in  thee. 

Thee  to  praise,  and  thee  to  know, 
Constitute  our  bliss  below; 
Thee  to  see,  and  thee  to  love, 
Constitute  our  bliss  above. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  79 

Lord,  it  is  not  life  to  live, 
If  thy  presence  thou  deny; 
Lord,  if  thou  thy  presence  give, 
'Tis  no  longer  death  to  die. 

Source  and  giver  of  repose, 
Singly  from  thy  smile  it  flows; 
Peace  and  happiness  are  thine; 
Mine  they  are,  if  thou  art  mine. 

HYMN  91— CM. 

Great  God,  where'er  we  pitch  our  tent, 

Let  us  an  altar  raise; 
And  there  with  humble  frame  present 

Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 

To  thee  we  give  our  health  and  strength, 
While  health  and  strength  shall  last; 

For  future  mercies  humbly  trust, 
Nor  e'er  forget  the  past. 

HYMN  92— CM. 

Come,  let  us  join  with  one  accord, 

In  hymns  around  the  throne; 
This  is  the  day  our  risen  Lord 

Hath  made  and  call'd  his  own. 

This  is  the  day  which  God  hath  bless'd, 

The  brightest  of  the  seven, 
Type  of  the  everlasting  rest 

The  saints  enjoy  in  heaven. 


80  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Then  let  us  in  his  name  sing  on, 

And  hasten  to  that  day 
When  our  Redeemer  shall  come  down, 

And  shadows  pass  away. 

Not  one,  but  all  our  days  below, 
Our  hearts  his  praise  employ; 

And  in  our  Lord  rejoicing  go 
To  his  eternal  joy. 

HYMN  93— C.  M. 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 

Awakes  the  kindling  ray; 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 

And  pours  increasing  day. 

O!  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapt 
The  heathen  world  in  gloom! 

O!  what  a  sun  which  rose  this  day, 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb! 

This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  ev'ry  heart, 

And  praise  on  ev'ry  tongue. 

Ten  thousand  diff'rent  lips  shall  join 

To  hail  this  welcome  morn, 
Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 

To  nations  yet  unborn. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  SI 

HYMN  94— 8's,  8's  and  6's. 

Our  Father,  whose  eternal  sway 
The  bright  angelic  hosts  obey, 

0  lend  a  pitying  ear; 

When  on  thy  awful  name  we  call, 
And  at  thy  feet  submissive  fall, 
Oh!  condescend  to  hear. 

Far  may  thy  glorious  reign  extend, 
May  rebels  to  thy  sceptre  bend, 

And  yield  to  sov'reign  love: 
May  we  take  pleasure  to  fulfil 
The  sacred  dictates  of  thy  will, 

As  angels  do  above. 

From  thy  kind  hand  each  temp'ral  good, 
Our  raiment  and  our  daily  food, 

In  rich  abundance  come: 
Lord,  give  us  still  a  fresh  supply; 
If  thou  withhold  thy  hand,  we  die, 

And  hasten  to  the  tomb. 

Pardon  our  sins,  O  God!  that  rise 
And  call  for  vengeance  from  the  skies; 

And,  while  we  are  forgiven, 
Grant  that  revenge  may  never  rest, 
Nor  malice  harbor  in  that  breast 

1  hat  feels  the  love  of  heav'n. 

22 


82  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  95— S.  M. 

Once  more,  before  we  part, 

We'll  bless  the  Saviour's  name; 
Record  hi3  mercies,  every  heart, 

Sing,  every  tongue,  his  fame. 
Hoard  up  his  sacred  word, 

And  feed  thereon,  and  grow; 
Go  and  seek  to  know  the  Lord, 

And  practise  what  you  know. 
And  if  we  meet  no  more 

On  Zion's  earthly  ground, 
O  may  we  reach  that  blissful  shore 

To  which  all  saints  are  bound. 

HYMN  96— C.  M. 

Now  may  the  God  of  peace  and  love, 
Who,  from  th'  impris'ning  grave, 

Restor'd  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Omnipotent  to  save — 

Through  the  rich  merits  of  that  blood 
Which  he  on  Calv'ry  spilt, 

To  make  th'  eternal  cov'nant  sure, 
On  which  our  hopes  are  built — 

Perfect  our  souls  in  every  grace 
1'  accomplish  all  his  will, 

And  all  that's  pleasing  in  his  sight 
Inspire  us  to  fulfil! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  83 

O!  for  the  great  Messiah's  sake, 

Accept  our  humble  lay; 
With  glory  let  his  name  be  crown'd 

Through  heaven's  eternal  day! 


HYMN  97— L.  M. 

Lord,  am  I  thine,  entirely  thine? 
Purchas'd  and  sav'd  by  blood  divine? 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  thy  sov'reign  right  in  me. 

Thee  my  new  Master,  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all; 
Lord,  let  me  live  and  die  to  thee; 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity. 

HYMN  98— L.  M. 

The  Lord,  who  rules  the  world's  affairs 
For  me  a  well-spread  board  prepares; 
My  grateful  thanks  to  him  shall  rise; 
He  knows  my  wants — those  wants  supplies. 

And  shall  I  grudge  to  give  his  poor 
A  mite  from  all  my  plenteous  store? 
No,  Lord!  the  friend3  of  thine  and  thee 
Shall  always  find  a  friend  in  me. 


84  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  99— C.  M. 

To  thee  let  my  first  offerings  rise, 
Whose  sun  creates  the  day, 

Swift  as  his  glad'nihg  influence  flies, 
And  spotless  as  his  ray. 

This  day  thy  fav'ring  hand  be  nigh! 

So  oft  vouchsaf'd  before! 
Still  may  it  lead,  protect,  supply, 

And  1  that  hand  adore. 

If  bliss  thy  providence  impart, 
For  which  resign'd  I  pray; 

Give  me  to  feel  the  grateful  heart, 
And  thus  thy  love  repay. 

Affliction  should  thy  love  intend, 

As  vice  or  folly's  cure, 
Patient  to  gain  that  gracious  end, 

May  I  the  means  endure! 

Be  this,  and  every  future  day, 

Still  wiser  than  the  past; 
And,  when  I  all  my  life  survey, 

May  grace  sustain  at  last. 

HYMN  100— S  M. 
The  man  is  ever  blest, 

Who  shuns  the  sinner's  ways, 
Amidst  their  counsels  never  stands, 

Nor  takes  the  scorner's  place. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  85 

But  makes  the  Law  of  God 

His  study  and  delight, 
Throughout  the  labors  of  the  day, 

And  watches  of  the  night. 

He  like  a  tree  shall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root; 
Fresh  as  the  leaf  his  name  shall  live; 

His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit. 

Not  so  the  ungodly  man; 

They  no  such  blessings  find; 
Their  hopes  shall  flee  like  empty  chaff 

Before  the  driving  wind. 

How  will  they  bear  to  stand 
Before  the  judgment  seat, 
I  Where  all  the  saints  at  Christ's  right  hand 
In  full  assembly  meed 

He  knows  and  he  approves 

The  way  the  righteous  go; 
But  sinners  and  their  works  shall  meet 

A  dreadful  overthrow. 

HYMN  101— C.  M. 

Lord  of  my  life,  O  may  thy  praise 

Employ  my  noblest  powers, 
Whose  goodness  lengthens  out  my  days, 

And  fills  the  circling  hours. 


86  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Preserv'd  by  thine  almighty  arm, 

I  pass'd  the  shades  of  night, 
Serene  and  safe  from  every  harm, 

And  see  returning  light. 

O!  let  the  same  almighty  care 

My  waking  hours  attend; 
From  every  danger,  every  snare, 

My  heedless  steps  defend. 

Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days; 
And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 

With  gratitude  and  praise. 

HYMN  102— L.  M. 

Great  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song 
With  humble  gratitude  I  raise; 
O!  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

May  days  unclouded,  as  they  pass, 
And  every  gentle  rolling  hour, 
Be  monuments  of  wond'rous  grace, 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

And  yet  this  thoughtless  wretched  heart, 
Too  oft  regardless  o   thy  love, 
Ungrateful  can  from  thee  depart, 
Ant),  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove. 


MISCELLANEOUS  87 

Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 
Of  Jesus:  his  dear  name  alone 
I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 
And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 

Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close, 
jWith  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 
And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 

HYMN  103— C.  M. 

With  thee,  great  God,  the  stores  of  light 

And  stores  of  darkness  lie; 
Thou  form'st  the  sable  robe  of  night, 

And  spread'st  it  round  the  sky. 

And  when  with  welcome  slumbers  press'd, 

We  close  our  weary  eyes, 
Thy  power,  unseen,  secures  our  rest, 

And  makes  us  joyous  rise. 

Numbers  last  night,  Great  God,  have  met 

Their  long  eternal  doom; 
And  lost  the  joys  of  morning  light 

In  death's  tremendous  gloom. 

Numbers  on  restless  beds  still  lie, 

And  still  their  woes  bewail; 
While  we,  by  thy  kind  hand  uprais'd, 

A  thousand  pleasures  feel* 


88  MISCELLANEOUS. 

To  thee,  great  God,  in  thankful  songs, 
Our  morning  thoughts  arise; 

Propitious  in  thy  Son,  accept 
The  willing  sacrifice. 

HYMN  104— C.  M. 
Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 

Let  flames  of  love  arise; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 

Our  evening  sacrifice. 

Minutes  and  mercies  multiply'd 
Have  made  up  all  this  day; 

Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift  and  free  than  they. 

New  time,  new  favor,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require; 
Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 

Accept  our  heart's  desire. 

Lord  of  our  days,  whose  hand  hath  set 

New  time  upon  the  score; 
Thee  may  we  praise  for  all  our  time, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

HYMN  105— C.  M. 
The  icy  chains  that  bound  the  earth 

Are  now  dissolv'd  and  gone; 
Wak'd  by  the  sun,  the  blooming  spring 

Puts  its  new  liv'ry  on. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  89 

Teeming  with  life,  th'  advancing  sun 

Protracts  the  falling  day; 
Grand  light  of  heaven!  he  seems  to  wish 

To  make  a  longer  stay. 

In  clouds  of  gold  behold  him  set, 

Beyond  the  West  he  flies: 
Short  is  his  nightly  course,  and  soon 

He  gilds  the  Eastern  skies. 

My  soul,  in  every  scene  admire 

The  wisdom  and  the  power: 
Behold  thy  God  in  every  plant, 

In  every  opening  flower. 

Yet  in  his  word,  the  word  of  grace, 

He  wrote  his  fairer  name: 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  love 

My  noblest  songs  shall  claim. 

With  warmest  beams,  thou  God  of  grace, 

Shine  on  this  heart  of  mine? 
Turn  thou  my  winter  into  spring, 

And  be  the  glory  thine. 

HYMN  106— C.  M. 

To  praise  the  ever-bounteous  Lord, 
My  soul,  wake  all  thy  powers: 

He  calls,  and  at  his  voice  comes  forth 
The  smiling  harvest  hours. 


90  MISCELLANEOUS. 

His  covenant  with  earth  he  keeps; 

My  tongue,  his  goodness  sing; 
Summer  and  winter  know  their  time, 

His  harvest  crowns  the  spring. 

Well  pleas'd  the  toiling  swains  behold 

The  waving  yellow  crop: 
With  joy  they  bear  the  sheaves  away, 

And  sow  again  in  hope. 

Thus  teach  me,  ^gracious  God,  to  sow 

The  seeds  of  righteousness: 
Smile  on  my  soul,  and  with  thy  beams 

The  ripening  harvest  bless. 

Then,  in  the  last  great  harvest,  I 

Shall  reap  a  glorious  crop; 
The  harvest  shall  by  far  exceed 

What  I  have  sown  in  hope. 

HYMN  107— L.  M. 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy! 
Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear 
To  hail  thee  Sov'reign  of  the  year. 

Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll 
Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole! 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  91 

The  flow'ry  spring  at  thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air  and  paints  the  land; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine 
To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours, 
Through  all  our  coasts,  redundant  stores; 
And  winter,  soften'd  by  thy  care, 
No  more  the  face  of  horror  wears. 

Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise; 
And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  ev'ning  shade. 

Here  in  thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  days  of  gladness  bless  our  eyes, 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

HYMN  108— L.  M. 

Remark,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bound 

Of  the  revolving  year; 
How  swift  the  weeks  complete  their  round! 

How  short  the  months  appear! 

So  fast  eternity  comes  on, 

And  that  important  day, 
When  all  that  mortal  life  has  done 

God's  judgment  shall  survey. 


92  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Yet  like  an  idle  tale  we  pass 

The  swift  revolving  year, 
And  study  artful  ways  V  increase 

The  speed  of  its  career. 

Arrest,  O  Lord,  my  wand'ring  heart, 

Its  great  concerns  to  see, 
That  I  may  act  the  Christian  part, 

And  give  the  year  to  thee. 

So  shall  their  course  more  grateful  roll, 

If  future  years  arise; 
Or  this  shall  bear  my  waiting  soul 

To  joys  beyond  the  skies. 

HYMN  109— L.  M. 

My  helper,  God!  I  bless  his  name: 
The  same  his  power,  his  grace  the  same: 
The  tokens  of  his  friendly  care 
Open,  and  crown,  and  close  the  year. 

I  'midst  ten  thousand  dangers  stand, 
Supported  by  his  guardian  hand; 
And  see,  when  I  survey  my  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

Thus  far  his  arm  has  led  me  on; 
Thus  far  I  make  his  mercy  known; 
And  while  I  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  93 

My  grateful  soul  on  Jordan's  shore 
Shall  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more; 
Then  bear,  in  his  bright  courts  above, 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love. 

HYMN  110— L.  M. 

Thy  presence,  everlasting  God, 
Wide  o'er  all  nature  spreads  abroad; 
Thy  watchful  eyes,  which  cannot  sleep, 
In  every  place  thy  children  keep. 

While  near  each  other  we  remain, 
Thou  dost  our  lives  and  souls  sustain; 
When  absent,  happy  if  we  share 
Thy  smiles,  thy  counsels,  and  thy  care. 

To  thee  we  all  our  ways  commit, 
And  seek  our  comforts  near  thy  feet; 
Still  on  our  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine, 
And  guard  and  guide  us  still  as  thine. 

Give  us,  in  thy  beloved  house, 
Again  to  pay  our  thankful  vows; 
Or,  if  that  joy  no  more  be  known, 
Give  us  to  meet  around  thy  throne 

HYMN  111— L.  M, 
Happy  the  city,  where  their  sons 
Like  pillars  round  a  palace  set; 
And  daughters,  bright  as  polish'd  stones, 
Give  strength  and  beauty  to  the  state. 


94  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Happy  the  country,  where  the  sheep, 
Cattle,  and  corn,  have  large  increase; 
Where  men  securely  work  or  sleep, 
Nor  sons  of  plunder  break  the  peace. 

Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd; 
But  most  divinely  blest  are  those 
On  whom  the  all-sufficient  God 
Himself  with  all  his  grace  bestows. 

HYMN  112— S.  M. 

How  various  and  how  new 
Are  thy  compassions,  Lord! 

Each  morning  shall  thy  mercies  show, 
Each  night  thy  truth  record. 

Thy  goodness,  like  the  sun, 

Dawn'd  on  our  early  days, 
Ere  infanl  reason  had  begun 

To  form  our  lips  to  praise. 

Each  object  we  beheld 

Gave  pleasure  to  our  eyes; 
And  nature  all  our  senses  held 

In  bands  of  sweet  surprise. 

But  pleasures  more  refln'd 

Awaitefl  that  bless'd  day, 
When  light  arose  upon  our  mind 

And  chas'd  our  sins  away. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  1)5 

How  new  thy  mercies,  then! 

How  sov'reign  and  how  free! 
Our  souls  that  had  been  dead  in  sin, 

Were  made  alive  to  Thee. 

HYMN  113— S.  M. 

Lord,  we  expect  a  day 

Still  brighter  far  than  this, 
When  death  shall  bear  our  souls  away 

To  realms  of  light  and  bliss, 

There  rapt'rous  scenes  of  joy 

Shall  burst  upon  our  sight; 
And  every  pain,  and  tear,  snd  sigh, 

Be  drown'd  in  endless  light. 

Beneath  thy  balmy  wing, 

O!  Sun  of  Righteousness! 
Our  happy  souls  shall  sit  and  sing 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

Nor  shall  that  radiant  day, 

So  joyfully  begun, 
In  evening  shadows  die  away 

Beneath  the  setting  sun. 

How  various  and  how  new 

Are  thy  compassions,  Lord! 
Eternity  thy  love  shall  show, 

And  all  thy  truth  record. 


96  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  114— S.  M. 
This  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 

Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasur'd  by  the  flight  of  years — 

And  all  that  life  is  love. 

There  is  a  death  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath: 

Oh!  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  that  awful  death. 

Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace! 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 

And  evermore  undone. 

HYMN  115— L.  M. 

Hosanna  to  the  Church's  Head, 
Who  sufFer'd  in  our  room  and  stead! 
He  was  immers'd  in  Jordan's  flood, 
And  then  immers'd  in  sweat  and  blood! 

Behold  the  grave  where  Jesus  lay, 
Before  he  shed  his  precious  blood! 
How  plain  he  mark'd  the  humble  way 
To  sinners  through  the  mystic  flood! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Come,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
Come,  and  obey  his  sacred  word; 
He  died,  and  rose  again  for  you; 
What  more  could  the  Redeemer  do? 

We  to  this  place  are  come  to  show 
What  we  to  boundless  mercy  owe; 
The  Saviour's  footsteps  to  explore, 
And  tread  the  path  he  trod  before. 


HYMN  116— C.  M. 

Return,  O  wanderer — now  return! 

And  seek  thy  Father's  face! 
Those  new  desires,  which  in  thee  burn, 

Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 

Return,  O  wanderer — now  return! 

He  hears  thy  humble  sigh: 
He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 

When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 

Return,  O  wanderer— now  return! 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live: 
Go  to  his  feet — and  grateful  learn 

How  freely  he'll  forgive. 

Return,  O  wanderer — now  return! 

And  wipe  the  falling  tear: 
Thy  Father  calls — no  longer  mourn! 

*Ti8  love  invites  thee  near. 
23 


98  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  117— C.  M. 

Join  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore; 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 

Great  Prophet  of  my  God! 

My  tongue  would  bless  thy  name; 

By  thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came; 
The  joyfal  news  of  sins  forgiv'n, 
Of  hell  subdu'd,  and  peace  with  heav'n. 

Jesus,  my  great  High  Priest, 

Offer'd  his  blood  and  died; 

My  guilty  conscience  seeks 

No  sacrifice  besides. 
His  powerful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

My  dear  and  mighty  Lord, 
My  Conq'ror,  and  my  King; 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing. 
Thine  is  the  power:  behold  I  sit 
In  willing  bonds  beneath  thy  feet. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  99 


HYMN  118— L.  M. 

Not  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth, 
"Who  boast  the  honors  of  their  birth, 
Such  real  dignity  can  claim, 
As  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name. 

To  them  the  privilege  is  giv'n 
To  he  the  sons  and  heirs  of  heav'n; 
Sons  of  the  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
And  heirs  of  joy  beyond  the  sky. 

On  them,  a  happy,  chosen  race, 
Their  Father  pours  his  richest  grace: 
To  them  his  counsels  he  imparts, 
And  stamps  his  image  on  their  hearts. 

Their  daily  wants  his  hands  supply, 
Their  steps  he  guards  with  watchful  eye: 
Leads  them  from  earth  to  heav'n  above, 
And  crowns  them  with  eternal  love. 

If  I've  the  honor,  Lord,  to  be 
One  of  this  num'rous  family, 
On  me  the  gracious  gift  bestow 
To  call  thee  Abba,  Father,  too. 

So  may  my  conduct  ever  prove 
Vly  filial  piety  and  love; 
Whilst  all  my  brethren  clearly  trace 
Their  Father's  likeness  in  my  face. 


i 


100  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  119-~L.1L 

O  Lord!  when  faith  with  fixed  eyes 
Beholds  thy  wond'rous  sacrifice, 
Love  rises  to  an  ardent  flame, 
And  we  all  other  hope  disclaim. 

With  cold  affections  who  can  see 
The  thorns,  the  scourge,  the  nails  the  tree, 
The  flowing  tears,  and  crimson  sweat, 
The  bleeding  hands,  and  head,  and  feet? 

Jesus,  what  millions  of  our  race 
Have  been  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace! 
And  millions  more  to  thee  shall  flv, 
And  on  thy  sacrifice  rely. 

The  sorrow,  shame,  and  death  were  ihine, 
And  all  the  stores  o(  wrath  divine! 
Ours  are  the  pardon,  life,  and  bliss: 
What  love  can  be  compar'd  to  this? 

HYMN  130— L.  M. 

Immortal  God,  on  thee  we  call, 
The  great  original  of  all! 
Through  thee  we  are.  to  thee  we  tend. 
Our  sure  support,  our  glorious  end. 

We  praise  that  wise  mysterious  grace, 
That  pitied  our  revolted  race, 
And  Jesus,  our  great  cov'nant  head, 
The  Captain  of  Salvation  made. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  101 

Thy  justice  doom'd  that  he  must  die, 
Who  for  our  sins  would  satisfy; 
His  death  was  therefore  fix'd  of  old, 
And  in  thy  word  of  truth  foretold. 

A  scene  of  wonders  here  we  see, 
Worthy  thy  Son,  and  worthy  Thee; 
And  while  this  theme  employs  our  tongues, 
All  heav'n  unites  its  sweetest  songs. 

HYMN  121— C.  M. 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims, 

For  all  the  pious  dead; 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 

And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

They  die  in  Jesus,  that  are  bless'd; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are! 
From  suff'rings  and  from  sin  releas'd, 

And  free'd  from  ev'ry  snare. 

Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 
They're  present  with  the  Lord; 

The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

H\MN  1-22— L.M. 

"  'Tis  finish'd,"  the  Redeemer  cries; 
Then  lowly  bows  his  fainting  head; 
And  soon  th'  expiring  sacrifice 
Sinks  to  the  regions  of  the  dead. 


1 


• 


102  MISCELLANEOUS. 

'Tis  done — the  mighty  work  is  done! 
For  men  or  angels  much  too  great; 
Which  none,  but  God's  almighty  Son, 
Or  would  attempt,  or  could  complete. 

'Tis  done — old  things  are  pass'd  away, 
And  a  new  state  of  things  begun; 
A  kingdom  which  shall  ne'er  decay, 
But  shall  outlast  the  circling  sun. 

A  new  account  of  time  begins; 
Now  our  dear  Lord  resumes  his  breath, 
Charg'd  with  our  sorrows  and  our  sins, 
Our  lives  to  ransom  by  his  death. 

Once  he  was  dead,  but  now  he  reigns, 
He  lives,  he  lives,  he  lives  again: 
Let's  tell  our  joys  in  pious  strains, 
And  spread  the  glory  of  his  name. 

HYMN  123— L.  M. 

With  transport,  Lord,  our  souls  proclaim 
TV  immortal  honors  of  thy  name; 
Although  ascended  to  thy  throne, 
Thou  still  art  present  with  thine  own. 

High  on  his  Father's  royal  seat 
Our  Jesus  shone  divinely  great, 
Ere  Adam's  clay  with  life  was  warm'd, 
Or  Gabriel's  nobler  Spirit  form'd. 


MISCELLANEOUS,  103 

Through  all  succeeding  ages  he 
The  same  hath  been — the  same  shall  be; 
Immortal  radiance  gilds  his  head, 
While  stars  and  suns  wax  old  and  fade. 

The  same  his  power  his  flock  to  guard, 
The  same  his  bounty  to  reward, 
The  same  his  faithfulness  and  love 
To  saints  on  earth  and  saints  above. 

Let  nature  change,  and  sink,  and  die, 
Jesus  shall  raise  his  chosen  high, 
And  fix  them  near  his  heav'nly  throne, 
In  glory  changeless  as  his  own. 

HYMN  1*24— L.  M. 

Now  to  the  Lord  that  made  us  know 
The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 
Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 
And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

'Twas  he  that  cleans'd  our  foulest  sins, 
And  wash'd  us  in  his  richest  blood; 
'Tis  he  that  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

To  Jesus,  our  atoning  Priest, 
To  Jesus,  our  exalted  King, 
Be  everlasting  power  confess'd, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  sing. 


104  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Behold  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 
And  ev'ry  eye  shall  see  his  face; 
Though  with  our  sins  we  pierc'd  him  once,, 
He  now  displays  his  pard'ning  grace. 

The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail, 
While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day; 
Come,  Lord,  nor  let  thy  promise  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  long  delay. 

HYMN  125— L.  M. 

Shout,  for  the  blessed  Jesus  reign9, 
Through  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread^ 
And  sinners,  freed  from  endless  pains, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  head. 

He  calls  his  chosen  from  afar,, 
They  all  at  Zion's  gate  arrive; 
Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 
By  sov'reign  grace  are  made  alive. 

Gentiles  and  Jews  his  laws  obey, 
Nations  remote  their  off'rings  bring, 
And,unconstrain'd,  their  homage  pay 
To  their  exalted  God  and  King. 

O!  may  his  holy  church  increase, 
His  word  and  spirit  still  prevail; 
While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 
And  saints  his  growing  glories  hail! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  105 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 
From  all  below  and  all  above; 
In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 
Li  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love. 

HYMN  126— C.  M. 

What  have  I  in  this  barren  land1? 

My  Jesus  is  not  here; 
Mine  eyes  will  ne'er  be  blest  until 

My  Jesus  shall  appear. 

My  Jesus  is  gone  up  to  heaven 

To  fix  a  place  for  me; 
For^tis  his  will  that  where  he  is 

His  followers  should  be. 

Canaan  1  view  from  Pisgah's  top; 

Of  Canaan's  grapes  I  taste; 
My  Lord,  who  sends  them  to  me  here, 

Will  send  for  me  at  last. 

I  have  a  God  that  changeth  not; 

Why  should  I  be  perplex'd? 
My  God,  who  owns  me  in  this  world, 

Will  own  me  in  the  next. 

My  dearest  friends,  they  dwell  above; 

Them  will  I  go  to  see; 
And  all  my  friends  in  Christ  below 

Will  soon  come  after  me. 


106  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  127— C.  M. 

How  happy  are  the  souls  above, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free! 
With  Jesus  they  are  now  at  rest, 

And  all  his  glory  see! 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!"  aloud  they  cry, 
"That  brought  us  here  to  God:" 

In  ceaseless  hymns  of  praise  they  shout 
The  virtue  of  his  blood. 

Sweet  gratitude  inspires  their  songs, 

Ambitious  to  proclaim, 
Before  the  Father's  awful  throne, 

The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

With  wond'ring  joy  they  recollect 
Their  fears  and  dangers  past; 

And  bless  the  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 
Which  brought  them  safe  at  last. 

Lord,  let  the  merits  of  thy  death 

To  me  be  likewise  giv'n; 
And  I  with  them  will  shout  thy  praise 

Eternally  in  heav'n. 

HYMN  128— L.  M. 

'Twixt  Jesus  and  the  chosen  race 
Subsists  a  bond  of  sov'reign  grace, 
That  hell,  with  its  infernal  train, 
Shall  ne'er  dissolve  or  rend  in  twain. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  107 

Hail,  sacred  union,  firm  and  strong! 
How  great  the  grace!  how  sweet  the  song! 
That  worms  of  earth  should  ever  be 
One  with  incarnate  Deity. 

One  in  ihe  tomb — one  when  he  rose — 
One  when  he  triumph'd  o'er  his  foes — 
One  when  in  heav'n  he  took  his  seat, 
While  seraphs  sung  all  hell's  defeat. 

This  sacred  tie  forbids  their  fears, 
For  all  he  is,  or  has,  is  theirs; 
With  him,  their  head,  they  stand  or  fall, 
Their  life,  their  surety,  and  their  all. 

HYMN  129— L.  M. 

Join,  all  who  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
To  sing  his  everlasting  fame; 
Great  God,  prepare  each  heart  and  voice, 
[n  him  forever  to  rejoice. 

Of  him  what  wond'rous  things  are  told! 
In  him  what  glories  T  behold! 
For  him  1  gladly  all  things  leave; 
To  him,  my  soul,  forever  cleave! 

In  him  my  treasure's  all  contain'd; 
In  him  my  feeble  soul's  sustain'd; 
From  him  what  favors  I  receive! 
Through  him  1  shall  forever  live! 


108  MISCELLANEOUS. 

With  him  I  daily  love  to  walk; 
Of  him  my  soul  delights  to  talk; 
On  him  I  cast  my  ev'ry  care; 
Like  him  one  day  I  shall  appear. 

Bless  him,  my  soul,  from  day  to  day; 
Trust  him  to  lead  thee  on  thy  way; 
Give  him  thy  poor,  weak,  sinful  heart; 
With  Jiim,  O!  never,  never  part. 

Take  him  for  strength  and  righteousness; 
Make  him  thy  refuge  in  distress; 
Love  him  above  all  earthly  joy, 
And  him  in  ev'ry  thing  employ. 

Praise  him  in  cheerful  grateful  songs; 
To  him  your  highest  praise  belongs! 
Bless  him  who  doth  your  heav'n  prepare, 
And  whom  you'll  praise  forever  there. 

HYMN  130— L.  M. 

Self-righteous  souls  on  works  rely, 
And  boast  their  moral  dignity; 
But  when  I  lisp  a  song  of  praise, 
Grace  is  the  note  my  soul  shall  raise. 

'Twas  grace  that  quicken'd  me  when  deadi 
And  grace  my  soul  to  Jesus  led; 
Grace  brings  me  pardon  for  my  sin; 
'Tis  grace  subdues  my  lusts  within. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  103 

Tis  grace  that  sweetens  ev'ry  cross, 
Tis  grace  supports  in  ev'ry  loss; 
In  Jesus'  grace  my  soul  is  strong; 
Grace  is  my  hope,  and  Christ  my  song. 

'Tis  grace  defends  when  danger's  near; 
By  grace  alone  I  persevere; 
'Tis  grace  constrains  my  soul  to  love, 
And  grace  is  all  they  sing  above. 

Thus  'tis  alone  of  grace  1  boast, 
And  'tis  alone  in  grace  I  trust; 
For  all  that's  past,  grace  is  my  theme; 
For  what's  to  come,  'tis  still  the  same. 

Through  endless  years  of  grace  I'll  6ing, 
Adore  and  bless  my  heav'nly  King; 
I'll  cast  my  crown  before  his  throne, 
And  celebrate  his  grace  alone. 

HYMN  131— C.  M. 

Attend,  ye  children  of  our  God; 

Ye  heirs  of  glory,  hear: 
For  accents,  so  divine  as  these, 

Might  charm  the  dullest  ear. 

Baptiz'd  into  your  Saviour's  death, 

Your  souls  to  sin  must  die; 
With  Christ  your  Lord  you  live  anew, 

Wiih  Christ  ascend  on  high. 


110  MISCELLANEOUS. 

There  by  his  Father's  side  he  flits, 

Enthron'd  divinely  fair; 
Yet  owns  himself  your  brother  still, 

And  your  forerunner  there. 

Rise  from  these  earthly  trifles,  rise 
On  wings  of  faith  and  love; 

Above  your  choicest  treasure  lies, 
And  be  your  hearts  above. 

But  earth  and  sin  will  drag  us  down 

When  we  attempt  to  fly; 
Lord,  send  thy  strong  attractive  power 

To  raise  and  fix  us  high. 

HYMN  132— C.  M. 

Rejoice,  believers,  in  the  Lord, 
Who  makes  your  cause  his  own; 

The  hope  that's  built  upon  his  word 
Can  ne'er  be  overthrown. 

Though  many  foes  beset  your  road, 

And  feeble  is  your  arm, 
Your  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  harm. 

Weak  as  you  are,  you  shall  not  faint, 

Or,  fainting,  shall  not  die; 
Jesus,  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint, 

Will  aid  you  from  on  high. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  Ill 

As  surely  as  he  overcame, 

And  triumph'd  once  for  you; 
So  surely  you  that  love  his  name 

Shall  triumph  in  him  too. 

HYMN  133— C.  M. 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast, 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 

For  ev'ry  humble  guest. 

See  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms; 

But  see!  there  yet  is  room — 

Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart: 

There  love  and  pity  meet; 
Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart 

That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

O!  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 

Of  nobler  joys  above. 

There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice 

In  ecstacies  unknown. 


113  MISCELLANEOUS. 

And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come. 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore; 

Approach — there  yet  is  room. 

HYMN  134— L.  M, 

Come  in,  ye  blessed  of  the  Lord, 
Ye  that  believe  his  holy  word; 
Come  and  receive  his  heav'nly  bread, 
The  food  with  which  his  saints  are  fed. 

Your  Saviour's  boundless  goodness  prove*, 
And  feast  on  his  redeeming  love; 
Come,  all  ye  happy  souls  that  thirst, 
The  last  is  welcome  as  the  first. 

Come  to  his  table,  and  receive 
Whate'er  a  pard'ning  God  can  give; 
His  love  through  ev'ry  age  endures; 
His  promise  and  himself  are  yours. 

HYMN  135— L.  M. 

Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies, 
Where  our  weak  senses  reach  him  not; 
And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes 
To  thrust  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have, 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face; 
And  to  refresh  our  minds  he  gave 
These  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  IIS 

The  Lord  of  life  this  table  spread 
With  his  own  flesh  and  dying  blood; 
We  on  thy  rich  provision  feed, 
We  taste  the  wine  and  bless  our  God, 

Let  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot, 
And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem; 
Christ  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thought, 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fix'd  on  him. 

While  he  is  absent  from  oar  sight, 
'Tis  to  prepare  for  us  a  place; 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light, 
And  live  forever  near  his  face. 

Our  eyes  look  upwards  to  the  hills, 
Whence  our  returning  Lord  shall  come; 
We  wait  thy  chariot's  awful  wheels 
To  fetch  our  longing  spirits  home. 

HYMN  13G — P.  M. 

Jesus,  once  for  sinners  slain, 
From  the  dead  was  rais'd  again! 
And  in  heav'n  is  now  sat  down 
With  his  Father  on  his  throne. 

There  he  reigns  a  King  supreme; 
We  shall  also  reign  with  him; 
Feeble  souls,  be  not  dismay'd; 
Trust  in  his  almighty  aid. 
24 


114  MISCELLANEOUS. 

He  hath  made  an  end  of  sin, 

And  his  blood  hath  wash'd  us  clean: 

Fear  not;  he  is  ever  near; 

Now,  e'en  now,  he's  with  us  here. 

Thus  assembling,  we  by  faith, 
'A  ill  he  come,  show  forth  his  death; 
Of  his  flesh  this  loaf's  the  sign, 
And  we  view  his  blood  in  wine. 

Saints  on  earth,  with  saints  above, 
Celebrate  his  dying  love; 
And  let  ev'ry  ransom'd  soul 
{Sound  his  praise  from  pole  to  pole. 

HYMN  137— C.  M. 

Hosanna,  with  a  cheerful  sound, 
To  God's  upholding  hand! 

Ten  thousand  snares  attend  us  round. 
And  yet  secure  we  stand. 

That  was  a  most  amazing  power 
That  rais'd  us  with  a  word; 

And  ev'ry  day  and  ev'ry  hour 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

The  ev'ning  rests  our  weary  head, 
And  angels  guard  the  room; 

We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 
That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  115 

The  rising  morning  can't  assure 

That  we  shall  end  the  day; 
For  death  stands  ready  at  the  door 

To  take  our  lives  away. 

Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  sin, 

To  God's  avenging  law; 
We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 

In  ev'ry  breath  we  draw. 

God  is  our  Sun,  whose  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  safety  brings; 
!  Our  feeble  flesh  lies  safe  at  night 

Beneath  his  shady  wings. 

HYMN  138— C.  M. 

Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  thine; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 

Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  hath  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 

Are  treasur'd  in  thy  mind. 

iLord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

Till  ev'ry  tribe  and  ev'ry  soul 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound? 


116  MISCELLANEOUS. 

O!  when  shall  Afric's  sable  sons 

Enjoy  the  heav'nly  word, 
And  vassals  long  enslav'd  become 

The  freemen  of  the  Lord? 

When  shall  th'  untutor'd  heathen  tribe; 

A  dark  bewilder'd  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  Immanuers  feet, 

And  learn  and  see  his  grace? 

Haste,  sov'reign  mercy,  and  transform 

Their  cruelty  to  love; 
Soften  the  tiger  to  a  lamb, 

The  vulture  to  a  dove! 

Smile,  Lord,  on  ev'ry  effort  made 
To  spread  the  gospel's  rays, 

And  build  on  sin's  demolish'd  throne* 
The  temples  of  thy  praise! 

HYMN  139— L.  M. 

The  gold  and  silver  are  the  Lord's, 
And  ev'ry  blessing  earth  affords; 
All  come  from  his  propitious  hand, 
And  must  return  at  his  command. 

The  blessings  which  I  now  enjoy, 
I  must  for  Christ  and  souls  employ; 
For  if  I  use  them  as  my  own, 
My  Lord  will  soon  call  in  his  loan. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  117 

When  I  to  him  in  want  apply, 
He  never  does  my  suit  deny; 
And  shall  I  then  refuse  to  give, 
Since  I  so  much  from  him  receivel 

Shall  Jesus  leave  the  realms  of  day, 
And  clothe  himself  in  humble  clay] 
Shall  he  become  despis'd  and  poor 
To  make  me  rich  for  evermore? 

And  shall  I  wickedly  withhold 
To  give  my  silver  and  my  gold, 
To  aid  a  cause  my  soul  approves, 
And  save  the  sinners  Jesus  loves? 

Expand  my  heart — incline  me,  Lord, 
To  give  the  whole  I  can  afford; 
That,  what  thy  bounty  renders  mine, 
I  may  with  cheerful  hands  resign. 

HYMN  140— C.  M. 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace! 

Thy  bounties  how  complete! 
How  shall  I  count  the  matchless  sum? 

How  pay  the  mighty  debt? 

High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 

Dost  thou  exalted,  shine; 
What  can  my  poverty  bestow, 

When  all  the  worlds  are  thine? 


118  MISCELLANEOUS. 

But  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  thy  grace; 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names 

Before  thy  Father's  face. 

In  them  thou  may'st  be  cloth'd  and  fed, 

And  visited  and  cheer'd; 
And  in  their  accents  of  distress 

My  Saviour's  voice  is  heard. 

Thy  face,  with  rev'rence  and  with  love, 

We  in  thy  poor  would  see; 
O!  let  us  rather  beg  our  bread 

Than  keep  it  back  from  thee! 

HYMN  141— C.  M. 

Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 

And  lift  your  souls  above; 
Let  ev'ry  heart  and  voice  accord 

To  sing  that  God  is  love. 

This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 

And  all  his  mercies  prove; 
Jesus,  the  gift  of  gifts,  appears 

To  show  that  God  is  love. 

Sinai,  in  clouds,  and  smoke,  and  fire, 
Thunders  his  dreadful  name; 

But  Zion  sings,  in  melting  notes, 
The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  119 

In  all  his  doctrines  and  commands, 

His  counsels  and  designs — 
In  ev'ry  work  his  hands  have  fram'd, 

His  love  supremely  shines. 

Angels  and  men  the  news  proclaim, 
Through  earth  and  heav'n  above, 

The  joyful  and  transporting  news, 
That  God,  the  Lord,  is  love. 

HYMN  142— C.  M. 

Thy  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess, 

Thy  goodness  we  adore; 
A  spring  whose  blessings  never  fail — 

A  sea  without  a  shore. 

Sun,  moon,  and  stars  thy  love  attest, 

In  ev'ry  golden  ray; 
Love  draws  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

And  love  brings  back  the  day. 

Thy  bounty  ev'ry  season  crowns, 

With  all  the  bliss  it  yields; 
With  joyful  clusters  loads  the  vines — 

With  strength'ning  grain  the  fields. 

But  chiefly  thy  compassion,  Lord, 

Is  in  the  gospel  seen; 
There,  like  a  sun,  thy  mercy  shines, 

Without  a  cloud  between. 


120  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Pardon,  acceptance,  peace,  and  joy, 
Through  Jesus'  name  are  given; 

He  on  the  cross  was  lifted  high 
That  we  might  rise  to  heaven. 

HYMN  143— L.  M. 

Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 
Through  all  the  courts  of  Paradise, 
To  see  a  prodigal  return, 
To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born! 

With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love; 
The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  he  form'd  anew; 
And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

HYMN  144— C.  M. 
Oh!  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 

When  but  one  sinner  turns, 
And  with  an  humble,  broken  heart, 

His  sins  and  errors  mourns! 

Pleas'd  with  the  news,  the  saints  below 
In  songs  their  tongues  employ; 

Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heav'n  is  fill'd  with  joy. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  1*21 

Well  pleas'd  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner's  moan; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 

And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

Nor  angels  can  their  joy  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire; 
'"The  sinner  lost  is  found,"  they  sing, 

And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 

HYMN  145— 148th. 

Come,  every  pious  heart 

That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
Your  noblest  powers  exert 
To  celebrate  his  fame: 
Tell  all  above  and  all  below 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

Such  was  his  zeal  for  God, 

And  such  his  love  for  you, 
He  nobly  undertook 

What  angels  could  not  do: 
His  every  deed  of  love  and  grace 
All  words  exceed,  and  thoughts  surpass. 

He  left  his  starry  crown, 

And  laid  his  robes  aside; 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died: 
What  he  endur'd,  O  who  can  tell, 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell! 


12tf  MISCELLANEOUS. 

From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 

The  mansion  of  the  dead; 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes 
In  glorious  triumph  led: 
Up  through  the  sky  the  Conq'ror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Son  of  God. 

From  thence  he'll  quickly  come, 

His  chariot  will  not  stay, 
And  bear  our  spirits  home 
To  realms  of  endless  day: 
There  shall  we  see  his  lovely  face, 
And  ever  be  in  his  embrace. 

HYMN  146— C.  M. 

Go,  and  the  Saviour's  grace  proclaim, 

Ye  messengers  of  God; 
Go,  publish  through  lmmanuel's  name, 

Salvation  bought  with  blood. 

What  though  your  arduous  track  may  lie 
Through  regions  dark  as  death; 

What  though  your  faith  and  zeal  to  try 
Perils  beset  your  path; 

Yet  with  determin'd  courage  go; 

And,  arm'd  with  power  divine, 
Your  God  will  needful  aid  bestow, 

And  on  your  labors  shine. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  123 

He  who  has  call'd  you  to  the  war 

Will  recompense  your  pains; 
Before  Messiah's  conquering  car 

Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains. 

Shrink  not,  though  earth  and  hell  oppose, 
But  plead  your  Master's  cause; 

No  doubt  that  e'en  your  mighty  foes 
Shall  bow  before  his  cross. 

HYMN  147— C.  M. 

Father,  is  not  thy  promise  pledg'd 

To  thine  exalted  Son, 
That  through  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Thy  word  of  life  shall  run? 

Hast  thou  not  said,  The  blinded  Jews 

Shall  their  Redeemer  own; 
While  Gentiles  to  his  standard  crowd, 

And  bow  before  his  throne"? 

When  shall  the  untutor'd  Indian  tribes, 

A  dark  bewilder'd  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  Immanuel's  feet, 

And  learn  and  feel  his  grace? 

Are  not  all  kingdoms,  tribes,  and  tongues, 

Under  th'  expanse  of  heav'n, 
To  the  dominion  of  thy  Son, 

Without  exception,  giv'n? 


124  MISCELLANEOUS. 

From  East  to  West,  from  North  to  South, 

Then  be  his  name  ador'd! 
Europe,  with  all  thy  millions,  shout 

Hosannas  to  the  Lord! 

Asia  and  Africa,  resound 

From  shore  to  shore  his  fame; 

And  thou,  America,  in  songs 
Redeeming  love  proclaim! 

HYMN  148— SM. 

You  Messengers  of  Christ, 

His  sov'reign  voice  obey-; 
Arise  and  follow  where  he  leads, 

And  peace  attend  your  way. 

The  Master  whom  you  serve 
Will  needful  strength  bestow; 

Depending  on  his  promis'd  aid, 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose; 
The  cause  is  God's,  and  must  prevail, 

In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

Go,  spread  a  Saviour's  fame, 

And  tell  his  matchless  grace 
To  the  most  guilty  and  deprav'd 

Of  Adam's  num'rous  race. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  125 

We  wish  you,  in  his  name, 

The  most  divine  success; 
Assur'd  that  he  who  sends  you  forth 

Will  your  endeavors  bless. 

HYMN  149— L.  M. 

"Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord;" 
Enter  in  Jesus'  precious  name; 

We  welcome  thee  with  one  accord, 
And  trust  the  Saviour  does  the  same. 

Thy  name,  'tis  hoped,  already  stands 
Mark'd  in  the  book  of  life  above, 

And  now  to  thine  we  join  our  hands 
In  token  oi  fraternal  love. 

Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford, 
We'll  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove, 

Join'd  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

And  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 
We'll  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known; 

We'll  share  each  other's  hopes  and  fears, 
And  count  a  brother's  case  our  own. 

Once  more  our  welcome  we  repeat; 

Receive  assurance  of  our  love; 
D!  may  we  all  together  meet 

Around  the  throne  of  God  above! 


126  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  150— CM. 

Lord,  in  thy  presence,  here  we  meet; 

May  we  in  thee  be  found! 
O!  make  the  place  divinely  sweet! 

O!  let  thy  grace  abound! 

To-day  the  order  of  thy  house 
We  would  in  peace  maintain; 

We  would  renew  our  solemn  vows, 
And  heav'nly  strength  regain. 

Thy  spirit,  gracious  Lord,  impart; 

Our  faith  and  hope  increase; 
Display  thy  love  in  every  heart, 

And  keep  us  all  in  peace. 

Let  no  discordant  passions  rise 

To  mar  the  work  of  love; 
But  hold  us  in  those  heavenly  tie3 

That  bind  the  saints  above. 

With  harmony  and  union  bless, 

That  we  may  own  to  thee 
How  good,  how  sweet,  how  pleasant  'tis, 

When  brethren  all  agree. 

May  Zion's  good  be  kept  in  view, 

And  bless  our  feeble  aim, 
That  all  we  undertake  to  do 

May  glorify  thy  name. 


MISCELLANEOUS  127 

HYMN  151— C.  M. 

Let  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name, 

Their  holy  vows  fulfil: 
The  saints,  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 

Are  men  of  honor  still. 
I 

True  to  the  solemn  oaths  they  take, 
Though  to  their  hurt  they  swear, 
,  Constant  and  just  to  all  they  speak; 
For  God  and  angels  hear. 

j  Still  with  their  lips  their  hearts  agree, 

Nor  flatt'ring  words  devise; 
JThey  know  the  God  of  truth  can  see 

Through  ev'ry  false  disguise. 

|They  hate  the  appearance  of  a  lie, 

In  all  the  shapes  it  wears, 
Firm  to  the  truth;  and  when  they  die 

Eternal  life  is  theirs. 

HYMN   152— C    M. 

On!  with  what  pleasure  we  behold 

Sinners  to  Canaan  move, 
Leaving  the  fleeting  things  of  earth 

For  greater  things  above. 

These  having  openly  confess'd 

The  great  Immanuel's  name, 
With  sacred  pleasure  we  receive 

As  lovers  of  the  Lamb. 


123  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Lord,  may  they  ever  live  to  thee, 

And  grow  in  heav'nly  love! 
Still  may  they  fight  the  fight  of  faith, 

Till  crown'd  with  thee  above. 

HYMN  153— L.  M. 

Welcome,  thou  well  belov'd  of  God, 
Thou  heir  of  grace,  redeem'd  by  blood; 
Welcome  with  us,  thine  hand  to  join 
As  partner  of  our  lot  divine. 

With  us  the  pilgrim's  state  embrace — 
We're  trav'ling  to  a  blissful  place; 
The  Holy  Spirit  knows  the  way, 
And  he'll  conduct  from  day  to  day. 

Take  up  thy  cross,  and  bear  it  on; 
It  shall  be  light,  and  not  be  long; 
Soon  shalt  thou  sit  with  Jesus  down, 
And  wear  an  everlasting  crown. 

HYMN  154-C.  M. 

There's  joy  in  heav'n,  and  joy  on  earth, 

When  prodigals  return, 
To  see  desponding  souls  rejoice, 

And  haughty  sinners  mourn. 

♦'Come,  saints,  and  hear  what  God  hath 
Is  a  reviving  sound:  done," 

O!  may  it  spread  from  sea  to  sea, 
E'en  all  the  globe  around! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  129 

Often,  O  sovereign  Lord,  renew 

The  wonders  of  this  day, 
That  Jesus  here  may  see  his  seed, 

And  Satan  lose  his  prey! 

Great  God!  the  work  is  all  thine  own; 

Thine  be  the  praises  too: 
Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue 

Give  thee  the  glory  due. 

HYMN  155—11'=.. 

Come,  children  of  Zion,  and  help  us  to  sing 
Loud  anthems  of  praises  to  Jesus  our  King, 
Whose  life  once  was  given  our   souls  to 

redeem, 
And  bring  us  to  heaven  to  dwell  there  with 

him, 

Not  the  angels  in  "lory,  nor  seraphs  above, 
Can  fathom  the  ocean  of  infinite  love; 
Their  wisdom  can't  search  it;  they  cannot 

tell  why 
The  Sov'reign  of  angels  for  sinners  should 

die. 

In  the  regions  of  darkness  death,  sorrow, 

and  pains, 

We  all  lay  in  ruin,  in  prison,  and  chains; 
Bui  Jesus  has  bought  us  with  his  precious 

blood: 

He's  the  ransom  provided  to  bring  us  to  God. 
25 


130  MISCELLANEOUS. 

O!  why  6hoald  we  linger  in  regions  below, 
When  rivers  of  pleasure  in  Paradise  flow? 
So  sweetly  they  glide  through  the  regions 

above, 
And  stream  ever  fresh  from  the  fountain  of 

love. 
Come,   then,  my  dear  brethren,  count  all 

things  but  loss; 
Your  treasuie's  in  heaven,  don't  shrink 

from  the  cross; 
Ye  fav'rites  of  heaven,  dear  lambs  of  the 

fold, 
Though  demons  surround  you,  be  faithful 

and  bold. 
Consider  the  dangers  that  lie  in  your  way, 
What  snares  and  temptations  in  this  evil 

day; 

All  this  we  must  suffer  and  patient  endure, 
Till  Jesus  shall  take  us  where  suff'rings 

are  o'er. 
Then  with  him  in  glory  we  ewer  shall  reign, 
Delivered  from  sorrow,  temptation,  and  pain, 
To  join  with  the  angels  and  spirits  divine* 
And  in  Jesus'  own  image  eternally  shine. 

HYMN  156— L.  M. 
Unto  our  God,  on  Judah's  hills, 

Be  songs  of  holy  joy  once  more — 
Let  Canaan's  rocks  and  sparkling  rills 
The  King  of  Heaven  and  Earth  adore.. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  131 

For  he  hath  set  the  captives  free, 
Hath  rent  the  proud  oppressor's  chain, 

And  from  the  isles  of  ev'ry  sea 
Brought  Israel  to  his  fold  again. 

The  Holy  City's  ruin'd  spires 

And  crumbling  walls  again  shall  rise, 

Love  shall  relight  her  altar-fires, 
And  clouds  of  incense  sweep  the  skies. 

There,  'neath  the  fig-tree  and  the  vine, 
Shall  Judah's  daughters  peaceful  rest* 

And  gray-hair'd  fathers  safe  recline 
On  sacred  Calvary's  hoary  breast. 

Those  tuneful  harps  that  hung  so  long 
Upon  the  weeping  willows'  stem, 

Shall  swell  again  old  Zion's  song 
Within  thy  gate — Jerusalem! 


HYMN  157— ll's. 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness;, 
Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  ro 

more; 
Bright  o'er  the  hills  dawns  the  day  star  of 
gladness; 
\  Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 


132  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Strong  were  thy  foes,   but  the  arm   that 

subdu'd  them, 
And  scatter'd  their  legions,  was  mightier 

far; 
They  fled,  like  the  chaff,  from  the  scourge 

that  pursu'd  them; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of 

war. 

Daughter  of  Zion,  the  power  that  hath  sav'd 

thee, 
Extoll'd  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel 

should  be; 
Shout!  for  the  foe  is  destroy'd  that  enslav'd 

thee, 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquish'd,and  Zion  is  free. 

HYMN  158— C.  M. 

The  rich  memorials  of  thy  grief, 

The  suff  'rings  of  thy  death, 
We  come,  blest  Saviour,  to  receive, 

But  would  receive  with  faith. 
The  tokens  sent  us  to  relieve 

Our  spirits,  when  they  droop, 
We  come,  blest  Saviour,  to  receive, 

But  would  receive  with  hope. 
The  pledges  thou  wast  pleas'd  to  leave, 

Our  mournful  minds  to  move, 
We  come,  blest  Saviour,  to  receive, 

But  would  receive  whhfnvc 


MISCELLANEOUS.  133 

Here,  in  obedience  to  ihy  word, 

We  take  the  bread  and  wine; 
The  utmost  we  can  do,  blest  Lord, 

For  all  beyond  is  thine. 

Increase  our  faith,  and  hope,  and  love; 

Lord,  give  us  all  that's  good: 
We  would  thy  full  salvation  prove, 

And  share  thy  flesh  and  blood. 

HYMN  159— C.  M. 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  heart  expands 

At  melting  pity's  call, 
And  the  rich  blessings  of  whose  hands 

Like  heav'nly  manna  fall. 

Mercy  descending  from  above, 

In  softest  accents  pleads; 
O  may  each  tender  bosom  move, 

When  mercy  intercedes! 

Be  ours  the  bliss  in  wisdom's  way 

To  guide  untutor'd  youth; 
And  lead  the  mind,  that  went  astray, 

To  virtue  and  to  truth. 

Children  our  kind  protection  claim, 

And  God  will  well  approve, 
When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name, 

And  their  Creator  love. 


134  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Delightful  work  young  souls  to  win, 

And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 

To  seek  redeeming  grace. 

Almighty  God,  thy  influence  shed 

To  aid  this  good  design; 
The  honors  of  thy  name  be  spread, 

And  all  thy  glory  shine. 

HYMN  160— C.  M. 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below! 

How  false,  and  yet  how  fair! 
Each  pleasure  has  its  poison  too, 

And  every  sweet  a  snare. 

The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 
Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light; 

We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

Our  dearest  joys  and  nearest  friends, 
The  partners  of  our  blood, 

How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God. 

The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 
How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense! 

Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence* 


MISCELLANEOUS.  135 

Blest  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 

From  all  created  good. 

HYMN  161— P.  M. 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling! 

Joy  of  heav'n,  to  earth  come  down! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion! 

Pure,  unbounded  love,  thou  art! 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  ev'ry  longing  heart. 
Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  ev'ry  troubled  breast! 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promis'd  rest. 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be; 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 
Finish,  then,  thy  new  creation; 

Pure,  unspotted  may  we  be; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  secur'd  by  thee: 
Chang'd  from  glory  unto  glory, 

Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise! 


136  MISCELLANEOUS, 


HYMN  169— 7's. 

Safely  through  another  week 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way; 

Let  us  all  a  blessing  seek, 
Waiting  in  his  courts  to  day; 

Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 

Emblem  o.'  eternal  rest, 

While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 
Through  the  blest  Redeemer's  name, 

Show  thy  reconciling  face, 
Take  away  our  sin  and  shame; 

From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 

May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise, 
Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near: 

May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 
While  we  in  thy  house  appear: 

Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 

Of  our  everlasting  rest. 

May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners-, —  comfort  saints; 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 
Bring  relief  to  all  complaints: 

Thus  let  all  our  worship  prove, 

Till  we  join  thy  courts  above. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  137 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high! 

God,  whor-e  glory  fills  the  sky: 
Glory  to  the  Lamb  be  giv'n — 

Glory  in  the  highest  heav'n. 
Wisdom,  riches,  praise,  and  power, 
Be  to  God  for  evermore. 

HYMN  163— CM. 

Oh!  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise: 
The  glory  of  our  Lord  and  King; 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

Jesus!  thy  name  removes  eur  fears, 

And  bids  our  sorrows  cease: 
'Tis  music  in  thy  people's  ears; 

'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

Gracious  Master!  heavenly  Lord! 

Assist  us  to  proclaim, 
And  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 

The  honors  of  thy  name. 

Hosanna  to  the  Lord  be  giv'n 

In  loudest,  noblest  strains! 
Hosanna  in  the  highest  heavens! 

The  great  Redeemer  reigns. 

HYMN  164— S'sand7's. 
Hail,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 

Born  to  set  thy  people  free; 
Thou  from  sin  and  fear  releas'd  us, 

Make  us  find  our  rest  in  thee, 


136  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 
Hope  of  all  thy  saints  thou  art; 

Long  desir'd  of  ev'ry  nation, 
Joy  of  ev'ry  waiting  heart. 

Born,  thy  people  to  deliver, 
Born  a  child,  yet  Christ  the  King, 

Born  to  reign  in  us  forever, 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

By  thy  word  and  blessed  spirit, 
Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone; 

By  thine  all-sufficient  merit 
Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

Now  we  wait  for  thy  appearing 
From  the  realms  of  bliss  above, 

With  thy  word  each  other  cheering, 
Save  us,  Prince  of  Peace  and  Love. 

Mighty  God!  Eternal  Father! 

Now  we  glorify  thy  name: 
Lord  of  all  created  nature, 

Men  and  angels'  noblest  theme. 

HYMN  165— 8's,  7's,  and  4's. 
Sweet  the  moment,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  we  spend: 
Life  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  dying  sinner's  friend. 
Hallelujah!  hallelujah! 
From  the  dying  sinner's  friend. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  139 

Frilly  blessed  in  our  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  we  lie; 
While  we  see  divine  compassion 

Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye. 

Love  and  grief  our  hearts  dividing, 
With  our  tears  his  feet  we'll  bathe; 

Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

May  we  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

Still  to  our  Redeemer  go: 
Prove  his  wounds  each  day  more  healing, 

And  himself  more  truly  know. 


HYMN  166— 8's,  7's,  and  4's. 

One  there  is  above  all  others 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend; 

His  is  love,  beyond  a  brother'3, 
Costly — free — and  knows  no  end: 
Hallelujah! 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

Which  of  all  our  friends  to  save  us, 
Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood'? 

But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconcil'd  in  him  to  God. 


140  MISCELLANEOUS. 

When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 
Friend  of  sinners  was  his  narrfe; 

Now  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same: 
Hallelujah! 

He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

HYMN  167— S's,  7's,  and  4's. 

With  my  substance  I  will  honor 
My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord; 

Were  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor, 
All  were  nothing  to  his  word. 
Hallelujahf 

Now  we  offer  to  the  Lord. 

While  the  heralds  of  salvation 
His  abounding  grace  proclaim; 

Let  his  saints  of  ev'ry  station 
Gladly  join  to  spread  his  fame: 
Hallelujah! 

Gifts  we  offer  to  his  name. 

May  his  kingdom  be  promoted; 

May  the  world  the  Saviour  know; 
Be  to  him  these  gifts  devoted, 

For  to  him  my  all  I  owe: 
Hallelujah! 
Run,  ye  heralds,  to  and  fro. 


MISCELLANEOUS  141 

Praise  ihc  Saviour,  all  ye  nations, 
Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above; 

Shout  with  joyful  acclamations, 
His  divine  victorious  love: 
Hallelujah! 

By  this  gift  our  love  we'll  prove. 

HYMN  1G8— 7's. 
Come,  you  weary  sinners,  come, 
All  who  feel  your  heavy  load; 
Jesus  calls  the  wanderers  home; 
Hasten  to  your  pard'ning  God. 

Come,  you  guilty  souls,  oppress'd, 
Answer  to  the  Saviour's  call; 
Come,  and  1  will  give  you  rest; 
Come,  and  be  deliver'd  all. 

Hear,  the  great  Redeemer  calls  you; 
Cease  to  heave  the  plaintive  sigh; 
Let  not  guilt  or  fear  enthral  you: 
Come,  and  you  shall  never  die. 

If  by  sin  or  sore  temptation, 
You  are  weary  and  oppress'd, 
Hear  the  Saviour's  invitation, 
"Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest." 

HYMN  169— L.  M. 
Eternity  is  just  at  hand, 
And  shall  I  waste  nry  ebbing  sand? 
And  careli  ss  riew  d<  parting  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  awayl 


142  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Eternity!  tremendous  sound! 
To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  wound! 
But,  oh!  if  Christ  and  heaven  be  mine, 
How  sweet  the  accents — how  divine! 
Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care, 
My  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  prayer, 
An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood, 
My  pardon  seal'd,  and  peace  with  God. 
Search,  Lord — O!  search  my  inmost  heart, 
And  light,  and  hope,  and  joy  impart; 
From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free, 
And  guide  me  safe  to  heaven  and  thee. 

HYMN  170— C.  M. 
But  who  shall  see  the  glorious  day, 

When,  thron'd  on  Zion's  brow, 
The  Lord  shall  rend  the  veil  away 

That  blinds  the  nations  now? 

When  earth  no  more  beneath  the  fear 

Of  his  rebuke  shall  be: 
When  pain  shall  cease,  and  ev'ry  tear 

Be  wip'd  from  ev'ry  eye? 
Then,  Judah,  thou  no  more  shalt  mourn 

Beneath  the  heathens'  chain; 
The  days  of  splendor  shall  return, 

And  all  be  new  again. 

The  fount  of  life  shall  then  be  quaff'd 

In  peace  by  all  who  come, 
And  every  wind  that  blows  shall  waft 

Some  long  lost  exile  home. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  143 

HYMN  171—0.  M. 

And  did  the  holy  and  the  just, 

The  Sov'reign  of  the  skies, 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust, 

That  guilty  man  might  rise! 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 

His  radiant  throne  on  high; 
Surprising  mercy!  love  unknown! 

To  suffer,  hleed,  and  die. 

He  took  the  dying  rebel's  place, 

And  suffer'd  in  his  stead; 
For  sinful  man — 0!  wond'rous  grace! 

For  sinful  man  be  bled! 

O  Lord!  what  heavenly  wonders  dwell 

In  thy  most  precious  blood! 
By  this  are  sinners  sav'd  from  hell, 

And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

HYMN  17-2—  The  Trumpet. 
The  chariot!  the  chariot!  its  wheels  roll  in 

fire, 
As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of 

his  ire; 
Lo!  self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of 

cloud, 
And  the  heav'ns  with  the  burden  of  god 

head  are  bow'd: 


144  MISCELLANEOUS. 

The  glory!  the  glory!  around  him  are  pourM 
Mighty  host9  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  the 

Lord; 
And  the  glorified  saints,   and   the  martyrs 

are  there, 
And  there  all   who  the  palm-wreaths  of 

victory  wear! 

The  trumpet!  the  trumpet!  the  dead  have 

all  heard: 
Lo!  the  depths  of  the  stone-cover'd  charnel 

are  stirr'd! 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south, 

from  the  north, 
All  the  vast  generations  of  men  are  come 

forth! 

The  judgment!  the  judgment!  the  thrones 

are  all  set, 
Where  the  Lamb  ajid  the  bright-crowned 

elders  are  met! 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the 

Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 

O  mercy!  O  mercy!  look  down  from  above, 

Great  (Jreaior,  on  us,  thy  poor  children, 
with  love! 

When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wick- 
ed are  driven, 

May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in 
heaven! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  145 

HYMN  173— 7's  and  6't. 

Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb: 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms; 
All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 

Enclos'd  in  death's  cold  arms. 

Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb: 
:  But  the  children  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon  above, 
Far  beyond  the  world's  alloy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 

HYMN  174— S.  M. 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray, 

And  broke  the  fold  of  God; 
Each  wandering  in  a  different  way, 

But  all  the  downward  road. 

How  dreadful  was  the  hour 

When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 

And  did  at  once  his  vengeancs  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head. 
26 


146  MISCELLANEOUS. 

How  glorious  was  the  grace 

When  Christ  sustain'd  the  stroke! 

His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 

But  God  hath  rais'd  his  head 

O'er  all  the  sons  of  men, 
And  made  him  see  a  num'rous  seed 

To  recompense  his  pain. 

"I'll  give  him,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"A  portion  with  the  strong: 
He  shall  possess  a  large  reward, 

And  hold  his  honors  long." 

HYMN  175— S.  M. 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns; 

Let  all  the  nations  fear; 
Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 

And  saints  be  humble  there. 

Jesus,  the  Saviour,  reigns; 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord; 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  wait, 

Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

In  Zion  stands  his  throne; 

His  honors  are  divine; 
His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  known, 

For  there  his  glories  shine. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  147 

How  holy  is  his  name! 

How  fearful  is  his  praise! 
Justice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 

In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

HYMN  176— L.  M. 

We've  no  abiding  city  here: 
This  may  distress  the  worldling's  mind; 
But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 
Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 

We've  no  abiding  city  here: 
Sad  truth  were  this  to  be  our  home; 
But  let  this  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 
We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come. 

We've  no  abiding  city  here: 
Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do; 
Let  not  the  world  our  rest  appear, 
But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 

We've  no  abiding  city  here; 
We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight; 
Zion  its  name;  we'll  soon  be  there; 
It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

Zion Jr-. Jehovah  is  her  strength! 
Secure  she  smiles  at  all  her  foes: 
And  weary  travellers  at  length 
Within  her  sacred  walls  repose. 


148  MISCELLANEOUS 

O!  sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love, 
Where  pilgrims  freed  from  toil  are  blest: 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  the  dove, 
I'd  fly  to  thee,  and  be  at  rest. 

But  hash,  my  soul,  nor  dare  repine! 
The  time  my  God  appoints  is  best: 
While  hereto  do  his  will  be  mine^ 
And  his  to  fix  my  time  of  rest. 

HYMN  177— P.  M. 

Come,  you  poor  and  thirsty  sinners, 

To  the  living  waters  come; 
Jesus  bids  you  come  and  welcome, 

And  declares  he'll  cast  out  none: 
Give  him  credit! 
He's  Jehovah's  faithful  Son. 

Hearken  to  the  Bride  and  Spirit, 

Seize  the  promises  divine; 
Without  money,  price,  or  merit, 

Buy  of  Jesus  milk  and  wine: 
His  rich  bounty 
Freely  take:  he  makes  it  thine. 

Wherefore  toil  you  still  for  nothing? 

Spend  your  strength  and  treasure  too? 
Joyfully  receive  the  blessing 

Which  his  liberal  hands  bestow: 
All  his  goodness 
Let  your  souls  delight  to  know. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  149 

HYMN  178— P.  M. 

Why  stand  you  here  idle,  my  friends,  all 

the  day1? 
Your  moments  so  fleeting,  will  soon  pass 

away; 
All  things  are  provided  for  sinners  undone, 
And  you  are  invited  and  welcome  to  come. 

Here  mercy  and  pardon,  here  love  and  free 

grace; 
Here  strong  consolation,  here  great  joy  and 

peace; 
Here  hope  for  the  hopeless, — the  weary  find 

rest; 
Here  all  things  are  plenty  for  sinners  dis- 

tress'd. 

Here  wine,  milk,  and  honey,  are  plenty  in 

store, 
Sufficient  for  thousands,  yea,  millions,  and 

more; 
Here  balm  for  the  wounded — here  strength 

for  the  weak; 
Here  cordials  divine  are  prepar'd  for  the 

sick. 

Here  armour  and  weapons  for  soldiers  to 

wield, 
A  breastplate,  a  helmet,  a  sword,  and  a 

shield; 
The  poor  receive  riches,  a  crown  for  the  head: 
Eternal  salvation,  and  life  from  the  dead. 


150  MISCELLANEOUS. 

O  come  all  ye  needy,  ye  poor  and  distress'd; 
Partake  of  his  grace  and  then  ever  be  bless'd. 
O  come,  without  money,  to  Jesus  and  buy; 
Then  love  him,  and  praise  him,  forever  on 
high. 

HYMN  179— P.  M. 

The  Lord  is  the  fountain  of  goodness  and 

love, 
Which,  flowing  in  Eden,  in  streams  from 

above; 
Refresh'd  ev'ry  moment,  the  first    happy 

pair, 
Till  sin  stopp'd  the  torrent,  and  brought  in 

despair. 

Oh  wretched  condition!  what  anguish  and 

pain! 
They  thirst  for  the  fountain,  and  seek  it 

in  vain; 
To  sin's  bitter  waters  they  fly  for  relief, 
They  drink,  but  the  draught  still  increases 

their  grief. 

Glad   tidings!  glad    tidings!    no  more  we 

complain! 
Our  Jesus  has  open'd  the  fountain  again; 
Now  mingled  with  mercy,  and  rich  with 

free  grace, 
From  Zion  'tis  flowing  to  all  the  lost  race. 


MISCELLANEOUS  151 

How  happy  the  prospect!  how  pleasant  the 

road! 
When  led  down  the  stream  by  the  angel  of 

God; 
Though  shallow  at  first,  yet  we  find  it  at 

last, 
A  river  so  boundless  it  cannot  be  pass'd. 

Come,  sinners,  poor  sinners!  'tis  boundless 

and  free, 
In  Eden  once  flowing,  'twas  open'd  for  thee; 
This  water  has  virtue  to  heal  all  complaints: 
Come,  drink,  ye  diseas'd,  and  rejoice  with 

the  saints. 

Say  not  "I'm  a  sinner,  and  must  not  par- 
take," 

For  this  very  reason  the  Lord  bids  you  take; 
'   Say  not  "too  unworthy,  the  vilest  of  all;" 

For  such,  not  the  righteous,  the  Lord  came 
to  call. 

Come,  all  ye  dead  sinners,  here  life  you 
may  find; 

Come,  all  ye  poor  beggars,  ye  halt  and  ye 
blind, 

The  Spirit  invites  you,  the  Bride  bids  you 
too; 

Come,  call  all  your  neighbors,  they're  wel- 
come with  you, 


153  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  180— L.  M. 

All  other  sounds  discordant  seem, 

Compar'd  with  mercy's  heavenly  song; 

So  sweet  and  joyful  is  the  theme, 
It  bears  our  willing  souls  along. 

O  may  we  never  cease  to  hear 

The  voice  that  gives  our  conscience  rest, 
That  dissipates  our  guilty  fear, 

And  tells  us  we  are  truly  blest! 

May  mercy  still  remove  our  fear, 

And  bind  our  souls  with  cords  of  love! 

Mercy  that  soothes  our  sorrows  here, 
And  gives  us  hope  of  joys  above. 

HYMN  181— L.  M. 

There  is  a  God — all  nature  speaks, 

Through  earth,  and  air,  and  sea,  and  skies; 
See,  from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks, 

When  earliest  beams  of  morning  rise. 
The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 

Throughout  the  world's  extended  frame, 
Inscribes  in  characters  of  light, 

His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 
Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 

And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 
Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God;— 

Bow  down  before  him — and  adore* 


MISCELLANEOUS.  153 


HYMN  182— 7's. 

Lo,  the  stone  is  roll'd  away; 
Death  yields  up  his  mighty  prey, 
Jesus  rising  from  the  tomb, 
Scatters  all  its  fearful  gloom. 

Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs, 
Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres! 
Praise  him,  in  the  noblest  songs, 
From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues. 

Every  note  with  rapture  swell, 
And  the  Saviour's  triumph  tell: 
Where,  O  death!  is  now  thy  sting! 
Where  thy  terrors,  vanquish'd  king] 

Letlmmanuel  be  ador'd, 
Ransom,  Mediator,  Lord! 
To  creation's  utmost  bound, 
Let  th'  eternal  praise  resound. 

HYMN  183— S  M. 

How  honor'd  is  the  place, 

Where  we  adoring  stand, 
Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 

And  beauty  of  the  land! 

Bulwarks  of  grace  defend 
The  city  where  we  dwell; 

While  walls  of  strong  salvation  made. 
Defy  th'  assaults  of  hell. 


154  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Lift  up  th'  eternal  gates, 
The  doors  wide  open  fling; 

Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  statutes  of  your  King. 

Here  taste  unmingled  joys, 

Ami  live  in  perfect  peace; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 

And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 

Trust  in  the  Lord,  ye  saints, 

And  banish  all  your  fears: 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 

Eternal  as  his  years. 

HYMN  184— S.  M. 

To  God  the  mighty  Lord 
Your  joyful  thanks  repeat; 

To  him  due  praise  afford, 
As  good  as  he  is  great. 

For  God  does  prove  our  constant  friend, 

His  boundless  love  shall  never  end. 

To  him,  whose  wond'rous  power 

All  other  gods  obey, 
Whom  earthly  kings  adore, 

This  grateful  homage  pay. 

By  his  almighty  hand 

Amazing  works  are  wrought; 

The  heavens  by  his  command 
Were  to  perfection  brought. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  155 

He  spreads  the  ocean  round 

About  the  spacious  land; 
And  made  the  rising  ground 

Above  the  waters  stand. 

Through  heaven  he  did  display 
His  num'rous  hosts  of  light; 

The  sun  to  rule  by  day, 

The  moon  and  stars  by  night. 

He  does  the  food  supply, 

On  which  all  creatures  live; 
To  God,  who  reigns  on  high, 

Eternal  praises  give. 
For  God  will  prove  our  constant  friend, 
His  boundless  love  shall  never  end. 

HYMN  185— S.  M. 

God  struck  the  first-born  dead 

Of  Egypt's  stubborn  land; 
And  thence  his  people  led 

With  his  resistless  hand. 
For  God  doth  prove  our  constant  friend, 
His  boundleis  love  shall  never  end. 

By  him  the  raging  sea, 

As  if  in  pieces  rent, 
Disclosed  a  middle  way, 

Through  which  his  people  went. 


156  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Where  soon  he  overthrew 
Proud  Pharaoh  and  his  host, 

Who,  daring  to  pursue, 
Were  in  the  billows  lost. 

Through  deserts  vast  and  wild 

He  led  the  chosen  seed; 
And  famous  princes  foil'd, 

And  made  great  monarchs  bleed. 

Sihon,  whose  potent  hand 

Great  Amnion's  sceptre  sway'd; 

And  Og,  whose  stern  command 
Rich  Bashan's  land  obey'd. 

And,  of  his  wond'rous  grace, 
Their  lands  whom  he  destroyed 

He  gave  to  Israel's  race, 
To  be  by  them  enjoy'd. 

He,  in  our  depth  of  woes, 
On  us  with  favor  thought, 

And  from  our  cruel  foes 

In  peace  and  safety  brought. 

For  God  will  prove  our  constant  friend, 

His  boundless  love  shall  never  end, 

HYMN  186— C.  M. 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

And  my  salvation  too. 
God  is  my  strength;  nor  will  I  fear 

What  all  my  foes  can  do. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  157 

One  privilege  my  heart  desires; 

Oh!  grant  me  mine  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 

The  temples  of  my  God. 

There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  thy  beauty  still; 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 

And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 
There  may  his  children  hide; 

God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 

Within  thy  temple  sound. 

HYMN  187— C.  M. 

Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 

And  tell  the  world  his  grace; 
Sound  through  the  world  his  deeds  of  fame, 

That  all  may  seek  his  face. 

His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  num'rous  ages  past, 
To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind 

In  equal  force  shall  last. 


158  MISCELLANEOUS. 

He  sware  to  Abram  and  his  seed, 
And  made  the  blessing  sure: 

Gentiles  the  ancient  promise  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 

Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear; 

Israel  must  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

HYMN  188— C.  M. 

In  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God 

By  methods  of  our  own: 
Blest  Saviour,  nothing  but  thy  blood 

Can  bring  us  near  the  throne. 

The  threat'nings  of  thy  broken  law 
Impress  the  soul  with  dread: 

If  God  his  sword  of  vengeance  draw 
It  strikes  the  spirit  dead. 

'Tis  by  thy  death  we  live,  O  Lord! 

'Tis  on  thy  cross  we  rest: 
Forever  be  thy  love  ador'd, 

Thy  name  forever  blest. 

HYMN  189— C.  M. 

O  thou  my  light,  my  life,  my  joy, 

My  glory,  and  my  all! 
Unsent  by  thee,  no  good  can  come 

Nor  evil  can  befall. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  159 

Such  are  thy  schemes  of  providence, 

And  methods  of  thy  grace, 
That  I  may  safely  trust  in  ihee 

Through  all  this  wilderness. 

'Tis  thine  outstretch'd  and  powerful  arm 

Upholds  me  in  the  way; 
And  thy  rich  bounty  well  supplies 

The  wants  of  every  day. 

For  such  compassions,  O  my  God! 

Ten  thousand  thanks  are  due; 
For  such  compassions  I  esteem 

Ten  thousand  thanks  too  few. 

HYMN  190— C.  M. 

Eternal  Wisdom!  thee  we  praise, 

Thee  the  creation  sings: 
With  thy  lov'dname  rocks,  hills,  and  seas, 

And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 

Thy  hand,  how  wide  it  spreads  the  sky, 

How  glorious  to  behold! 
Ting'd  with  a  hue  of  heavenly  dye, 

And  starr'd  with  sparkling  gold. 

There  thou  hast  bid  the  globes  of  light 

Their  endless  circuits  run; 
There  the  pale  planet  rule3  the  night, 

The  day  obeys  the  sun. 


160  MISCELLANEOUS. 

If  down  I  turn  my  wondering  eyes 
On  clouds  and  storms  below, 

Those  under  regions  of  the  skies 
Thy  numerous  glories  show. 

The  noisy  winds  stand  ready  there 

Thy  orders  to  obey; 
With  sounding  wings  they  sweep  the  air, 

To  make  thy  chariot  way. 

There  like  a  trumpet  loud  and  strong, 
Thy  thunder  shakes  our  coast: 

While  the  red  lightnings  wave  along, 
The  banners  of  thy  host. 

Infinite  strength  and  equal  skill 
Shine  through  thy  works  abroad; 

Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder,  God! 

But  the  mild  glories  of  thy  grace 

Our  softer  passions  move; 
Pity  divine  in  Jesus'  face 

We  see,  adore,  and  love. 

HYMN  191— S.  M. 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise, 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great; 

Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  161 

God  will  not  always  chide; 

And  when  his  strokes  are  felt, 
His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 

And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

High  as  the  heavens  are  rais'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 

Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

His  power  subdues  our  sins; 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 

Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

Our  days  are  like  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower; 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweeps  o'er  the  field, 

It  withers  in  an  hour. 

But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 

Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

HYMN  1<J2—C.  M. 

Oh  most  delightful  hour  by  man 

Experienced  here  below, 
The  hour  that  terminates  his  span, 

His  folly  and  his  woe! 

27 


163  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Worlds  should  not  bribe  me  back  to  tread 

Again  life's  dreary  waste, 
To  see  again  my  day  o'erspread 

With  all  the  gloomy  past. 

My  home  henceforth  is  in  the  skies, 

Earth,  seas,  and  sun,  adieu! 
All  heaven  unfolded  to  my  eyes, 

I  have  no  sight  for  you. 

So  speaks  the  Christian  firm  possess'd 

Of  faith's  supporting  rod; 
Then  breathes  his  soul  into  its  res', 

The  bosom  of  his  God. 

HYMN  193— L.  M. 

Awake,  rny  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving-kindness,  Oh  how  free! 

He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me,  notwithstanding  all; 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving-kindness,  Oh  how  great! 

Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 
His  loving-kindness,  Oh  how  strong! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  163 

When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving-kindness,  Oh  how  good! 

Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail; 
Oh!  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  194— Proper  tune, 

How  pleas'd  and  blest  was  1, 

To  hear  the  people  cry, 
Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day!" 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal 

We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wond'rous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round: 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praise,  an!  hear 

The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  soum4. 


1G4  MISCELLANEOUS. 

There  David's  greater  Son 

Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne; 
He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  there; 

He  bids  the  saints  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  sinners  sad, 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 
May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 

And  joy  within  thee  wait, 
To  bless  the  soul  of  ev'ry  guest; 

The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 

And  wishes  thine  increase, 
A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest! 
My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 

''Peace  to  this  sacred  house!" 
For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell; 

And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

HYMN  195— 8's,  6's  and  8's. 
From  Olivet's  sequester'd  seats, 

What  sounds  of  transport  spread? 
What  concourse  moves  through   Salem'f 

To  Zion's  holy  head]  [streets 

Behold  him  there  in  lowliest  guise! 

The  Saviour  of  mankind! 

Triumphant  shouts  before  him  rise, 

And  shouts  reply  behind! 
And  'strike,'  they  cry,  'your  loudest  string: 
He  comes!  Hosanna  to  our  king. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  165 

He  came  to  earth:  from  eldest  years, 

A  long  and  bright  array, 
Of  Prophet-bards  and  Patriarch-seers, 

Proclaim'd  the  glorious  day: 
The  light  of  heaven  in  every  breast, 

Its  fire  on  every  lip, 
In  tuneful  chorus  on  they  press'd, 

A  goodly  fellowship: 
And  on  the  pealing  anthem  ran, 
Hosanna  to  the  Son  of  Man!' 
He  came  to  earth:  through  life  he  pass'd 

A  man  of  griefs:  and,  lo, 
A  noble  army  following  fast 

His  track  of  pain  and  wo: 
All  deck'd  with  palms,  and  strangely  bright, 

That  suffering  host  appears; 
And  stainless  are  their  robes  of  white, 

Though  steeped  in  blood  and  tears; 
And  sweet  their  martyr-anthem  flows 
'Hosanna  to  the  Man  of  Woes!' 
iFromages  past  descends  the  lay, 

To  ages  yet  to  be, — 
iTill  far  its  echoes  roll  away 

Into  eternity. 
But  O!  while  saints  and  angels  high, 

Thy  final  triumph  share, 

Amidst  thy  followers,  Lord,  would  I, 

Though  last  and  meanest  there, 
Receive  a  place,  and  joyful  raise 
A  loud  Hosanna  to  thy  praise! 


160  MISCELLANEOUS. 


HYMN  196— 8's  and  7's. 

Jesus,  1  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee, 
Naked,  poor,  despis'd,  forsaken — 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be! 
Perished  every  fond  ambition — 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known, 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition — 

God  and  heaven  are  all  my  own! 

Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure — 
Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain; 

In  thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure, 
With  thy  favor,  loss  is  gain; 

I  have  called  thee  Abba  Father — 
1  have  set  my  heart  on  thee; 

Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather- 
All  must  work  for  good  to  me! 

Soul!  then  know  thy  full  salvation — 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something. still  to  do  or  bear! 
Think,  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee — 

Think  what  heavenly  bliss  is  thine; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  save  thee — 

Child  of  Heaven — canst  thou  repine? 


MISCELLANEOUS.  167 

Haste  thee  on,  from  grace  to  glory, 

Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  prayer — 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee — 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission! 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim-days, 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition — 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

HYMN  197— 9's  and  8's. 

There  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stayed, 

My  heart  and  my  treasure  are  there: 
Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade, 
And  fields  are  eternally  fair. 

That  blissful  place  is  my  father -land ; 

By  faith  its  delights  I  explore'. 
Come,  favor  my  flight,  angelic  band, 
And  waft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 

There  is  a  place,  where  the  angels  dwell, 

A  pure  and  peaceful  abode; 
The  joys  of  that  place,  no  tongue  can  tell — 

But  there  is  the  place  of  God! 

There  is  a  place,  where  my  friends  are  gone, 
Who  suffer'd  and  worshipp'd  with  me; 

Exalted  with  Christ,  high  on  his  throne, 
The  King  in  his  beauty  they  see. 


168  MISCELLANEOUS. 

There  is  a  place,  where  I  hope  to  live, 

When  life  and  its  labors  are  o'er; 
A  place,  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give, 
And  then  I  shall  sorrow  no  more. 
That  blistf al  place  is  my  father -land; 

By  faith  its  delights  I  explore; 
Come,  favor  my  flight,  angelic  band, 
And  waft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 

HYMN  198— L.M. 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  Mercy  Seat. 
There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet — 
It  is  the  blood-bought  Mercy  Seat. 
There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
Tho'  sunder'd  far — by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  Mercy  Seat. 
Ah!  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd — 
Or  how  the  host  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suffering  saints  no  Mercy  Seat. 
There!  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more, 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  Mercy  Seat. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  169 

Oh,  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  Mercy  Seat. 

HYMN  190  — L.  M. 

When  marshal'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky; 

One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train. 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wand'ring  eye. 

Huk!  hark!  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  ev'ry  host,  from  ev'ry  gem; 

But  one  alone,  the  Saviour  speaks, 

It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud — the  night  was  dark, 

The  ocean  yawn'd — and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind,  that  toss'd  my  found'ring  bark; 

Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceas'd  the  tide  to  stem; 

When  suddenly  a  Star  aose — 

it  was  the  Star  of  Be'hlehem. 

It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all — 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease; 

And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

Now  safely  moor'd,  my  perils  o'er — 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 

Forever  and  forevermore, 

The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


170  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  200— ll's. 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  you  lan- 
guish, 
Come,  at  the  mercy-seat  fervently  kneel; 
Here  bring-  your  wounded  hearts — here  tell 
your  anguish, 
Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot 
heal. 

Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 
Hope,  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and 
pure; 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  mercy  saying, 
"Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot 
cure" 

HYMN  201— ll's. 

Thou  sweet  gliding  Kedron,  by  thy  silver 

stream, 
Our  Saviour  would  linger  in  moonlight's 

soft  beam; 
And   by  thy  bright    waters  till    midnight 

would  stay, 
And  lose  in  thy  murmurs  the  toils  of  the  day. 

How  damp  were  the  vapors  that  fell  on  his 

head; 
How  hard  was  his  pillow,  how  humble  his 

bed; 
The  angels  beholding,  amaz'd  at  the  sight, 
Attended  their  master  with  solemn  delight. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  171 

0  garden  of  Olives,  thou  dear  honored  spot, 

The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  for- 
got; 

The  theme  most  transporting  to  seraphs 
above, 

The  triumph  of  sorrow,  the  triumph  of  love. 

Come,  saints,  and  adore  him;  come,  bow  at 

his  feet; 
O  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet; 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the 

skies. 

HYMN  202— P.  M. 

WRITTEN  143  YEARS  AGO. 

Thus  saith  the  Church's  Head, 
The  judge  of  quick  and  dead; 

Quickly  I  come: 
Let  my  redeemed  pray, 
O  Lord  make  no  delay; 
Thus  all  my  saints  shall  say, 

Lord  quickly  come. 

Let  them  with  one  accord, 
Shout  their  returning  Lord; 

Welcome  him  near: 
Soon  shall  he  come  again, 
Soon  shall  we  with  him  reign, 
Soon  shall  his  foes  be  slain, 

Soon  he'll  appear. 


172  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Earthquakes  and  storms  attend, 
Rocks,  hills,  and  mountains  rend; 

Who  shall  abide? 
Heavens  melt  and  thunders  roar, 
Seas  swell  and  rend  the  shore; 
Hope  sinks  to  rise  no  more; 

Rocks  cannot  hide. 

See  how  the  lightnings  blaze; 
Jesns  this  wrath  displays; 

Vengeance  appears: 
Lift  up  your  heads  on  high 
You  suffering  company, 
Now  your  redemption's  nigh, 

Banish  your  fears. 

Jesus  who  died  for  sins, 
Now  in  his  glory  reigns; 

Claiming  his  own: 
Father  I  will,  saith  he, 
Those  thou  hast  given  me, 
Should  all  my  glory  see; 

Sharing  my  throne. 

Let  the  redeemed  throng, 

Make  sov'reign  grace  their  sonf~ 

Mercy  adore: 
Ascribe  salvation 
To  him  who  fills  the  throne, 
And  to  the  Lamb  alone, 

For  evermore. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  173 

HYMN  203— L.  M. 

AMONg  the  mountain  trees 

The  winds  were  whispering  low, 

And  night's  ten  thousand  harmonies 
Were  harmonies  of  wo; 

A  voice  of  grief  was  on  the  gale, 

It  came  from  Kedron's  gloomy  vale. 

It  was  the  Saviour's  prayer, 

That  on  the  silence  broke, 
Imploring  strength  from  heaven  to  bear 

The  sin-avenging  stroke; 
As  in  Gethsemane  he  knelt, 
And  pangs  unknown  his  bosom  felt. 

The  fitful  star-light  shone 

In  dim  and  misty  gleams; 
Deep  was  his  agonizing  groan, 

And  large  the  vital  streams 
That  trickled  to  the  dewy  sod, 
While  Jesus  raised  his  voice  to  God. 

The  chosen  three  that  staid, 

Their  nightly  watch  to  keep, 
Left  him  through  sorrows  deep  to  wade. 

And  gave  themselves  to  sleep: 
Meekly  and  sad  he  prayed  alone, 
Strangely  forgotten  by  his  own. 


174  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Along  the  streamlets  banks 

The  reckless  traitor  came, 
And  heavy  on  his  bosom  sank 

The  load  of  guilt  and  shame; 
Yet  unto  them  that  waited  nigh, 
He  gave  the  Lamb  of  God  to  die. 

Among  the  mountain  trees 

The  winds  were  whispering  low, 

And  night's  ten  thousand  harmonies 
Were  harmonies  of  wo; 

For  cruel  voices  filled  the  gale 

That  came  from  Kedron's  gloomy  vale. 

HYMN  204— C.  M. 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 

Which  pity  must  demand. 

While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

O  may  this  truth,  imprest 
With  awful  pow'r — I  too  must  die — 

Sink  deep  in  ev'ry  breast. 

Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more; 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb! 
Jt  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour; 

To-morrow  death  may  come. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  175 

The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  heart  obey; 
Nor  be  the  heav'nly  warning  vain, 

"Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

O  may  we  fly,  to  Jesus  fly! 

Whose  pow'rful  arm  can  save; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 

And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

Great  God,  thy  sov'reign  grace  impart, 
With  cleansing,  healing  power; 

This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 
For  death's  soul  trying  hour. 

HYMN  205— L.  M. 

Lord,  what  is  man]  extremes  how  wide, 
In  this  mysterious  nature  join! 
The  flesh,  to  worms  and  dust  allied, 
The  soul,  immortal  and  divine. 

Divine  at  first,  a  holy  flame 
Kindled  by  Heav'n's  inspiring  breath; 
Till  sin,  wiih  pow'r  prevailing,  came; 
Then  follow'd  darkness,  shame,  and  death. 

But  Jesus,  O  amazing  grace! 
Assum'd  our  nature  as  his  own, 
Obey'd  and  suffer'd  in  our  place, 
Then  took  it  with  him  to  his  thron 


176  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Now  what  is  man,  when  grace  reveals 
The  virtue  of  a  Saviour's  blood? 
Again  a  life  divine  he  feels, 
Despises  earth,  and  walks  with  God. 

And  what,  in  yonder  realms  above, 
Is  ransom'd  man  ordain'd  to  be! 
With  honor,  holiness,  and  love, 
No  seraph  more  adorn'd  than  he. 

Nearest  the  throne,  and  first  in  song, 
Man  shall  his  hallelujahs  raise; 
While  wond'ring  angels  round  him  throng, 
And  swell  the  chorus  of  his  praise. 

HYMN  206— C.  M. 

O  happy  is  the  man,  who  hears 

Instruction's  warning  voice; 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 

His  early,  only  choice. 

For  she  has  treasures  greater  far, 

Than  east  or  west  unfold; 
And  her  reward  is  more  secure 

Than  is  the  gain  of  gold. 

In  her  right  hand  she  holds  to  view 

A  length  of  happy  years; 
And  in  her  left,  the  prize  of  fame 

And  honor  bright  appears. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  177 

She  guides  the  youth  with  innocence, 

In  pleasure's  path  to  tread; 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 

Upon  the  hoary  head. 

According  as  her  labors  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 

And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

HYMN  207— L.  M. 

The  God  of  Love  will  sure  indulge 
The  flowing  tear,  the  heaving  sigh, 
When  righteous  persons  fall  around — 
When  tender  friends  and  kindred  die. 

Yet  not  one  anxious  murm'ring  thought 
Should  with  our  mourning  passions  blend; 
Nor  should  our  bleeding  hearts  forget 
Th'  almighty  ever-living  friend. 

Beneath  a  num'rous  train  of  ills, 
Our  feeble  flesh  and  heart  may  fail; 
Yet  shall  our  hope  in  thee,  our  God, 
O'er  every  gloomy  fear  prevail. 

Parent  and  husband,  guard  and  guide — 
Thou  art  each  tender  name  in  one* 
On  thee  we  cast  our  ev'ry  care, 
And  comfort  seek  from  thee  alone, 

2S 


178  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Our  Father,  God.  to  thee  we  look, 
Our  rock,  our  portion,  and  our  friend, 
And  on  thy  cov'nant-love  and  truth 
Our  sinking  souls  shall  still  depend. 

HYMN  208— C.  M. 

I  stng  the  almighty  pow'r  of  God, 
That  made  the  mountains  rise; 

That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordain'd 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day; 
The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 

And  all  the  stars  obey. 

I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
That  fill'd  the  earth  with  food; 

He  form'd  the  creatures  with  his  word. 
And  then  pronounc'd  them  good. 

Lord!  how  thy  wonders  are  displavM, 
Where'er  I  turn  mine  eyes; 

If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  skies? 

There's  not  a  plant  or  flow'r  below 
But  makes  thy  glories  known; 

And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow, 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  179 

Creatures  (as  num'rous  as  they  be) 

Are  subject  to  thy  care; 
There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee, 

But  God  is  present  there. 

In  Heav'n  he  shines  wiih  beams  of  love; 

With  wrath  in  hell  beneath! 
'Tis  on  his  earth  I  stand  or  move, 

And  'tis  his  air  I  breathe. 

His  hand  is  my  perpetual  guard; 

He  keeps  me  with  his  eye; 
Why  should  I  then  forget  the  Lord, 

Who  is  forever  nigh] 

HYMN  209— C.  M. 

Behold,  where,  in  a  mortal  form, 

Appears  each  grace  divine; 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 

With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

The  noblest  love  of  human  kind 

Inspir'd  his  holy  breast; 
In  deeds  of  mercy,  words  of  peace, 

His  kindness  was  express'd. 

To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  pTeach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 

Was  his  divine  employ. 


ISO  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Lowly  in  heart,  by  all  his  friends, 

A  friend  and  servant  found; 
Be  wash'd  their  feet,  he  wip'd  their  tears, 

And  heaPd  each  bleeding  wound, 
^Midst  keen  reproach,  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  he  stood; 
His  foes  ungrateful,  sought  his  life; 

Helabour'd  for  their  good. 
In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  his  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resign'd,  he  bow'd,  and  said, 

4Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done!1 
Be  Christ  my  pattern,  and  my  guide! 

His  image  may  I  bear! 
O  may  I  tread  his  sacred  steps; 

And  his  bright,  glories  share! 

HYMN  210, 

Vital  spark  of  heav'nly  flame, 
Quit,  oh!  quit  this  mortal  frame, 
Trembling,  hoping,  ling'ring,  flying; 
Oh,  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying: 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 
Hark,  they  whisper!  angels  say 
"Sister  spirit,  come  away;" 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight; 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breaih? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death? 


MISCELLANEOUS.  181 

The  world  recedes,  it  disappears; 
Heav'n  opens  on  my  eyes;  my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring; 
Lend,  lend  your  wings,  I  mount,  I  fly; 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory1? 

O  death  where  is  thy  sting? 

HYMN  211— L.  M. 

Whv  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die? 
What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are? 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away; 

Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 

Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

O!  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 

Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 

Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 

While  on  his  breast  1  lean  my  head, 

And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there* 

HYMN  212— L.  M. 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
And  thousands  walk  together  there; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller, 


18-2  MISCELLANEOUS. 

"Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  way  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  esteem'd  almost  a  saint, 
And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

Lord,  let  not  my  hopes  be  vain — 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new; 
This  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain; 
This  false  apostates  never  knew. 

HYMN  213— L.  M. 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 
If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found, 
Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

Were  I  inspir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name: 


MISCELLANEOUS,  183 

If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men, 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain; 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal 
The  works  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 

HYMN  214— C.  M. 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands, 
My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trust; 

If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

His  honor  is  engag'd  to  save 

The  meanest  of  his  sheep: 
All  that  his  heav'nly  Father  gave 

His  hands  securely  keep. 
Nor  death,  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove 

His  fav'rites  from  his  breast; 
In  the  dear  bosom  of  his  love 

They  must  forever  rest. 

HYMN  215— L.  M. 

Hosanna  to  King  David's  Son, 
Who  reigns  on  a  superior  throne; 
We  bless  the  Prince  of  heav'nly  birth, 
Who  brings  salvation  down  to  earth. 
Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  delightful  work  engage, 
Old  men  and  babes  in  Zion  sing 
The  growing  glories  of  her  King. 


£84  MISCELLANEOUS, 

HYMN  216— C.  M. 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Utter'd  or  unexpressed; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 

That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 

When  none  but  God  is  near. 

Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech? 

That  infant  lips  can  try; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach, 

The  Majesty  on  high. 

Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air; 
His  watchword  at  the  sates  of  death, 

He  enters  Heaven  with  prayer. 

Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 

And  cry,  ''behold  he  prays." 

In  prayer  on  earth,  the  saints  are  one, 

In  word,  in  deed,  in  mind; 
When  with  the  Father  and  the  Son 

Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  185 

Nor  prayer  is  made  on  earth  alone; 

The  Holy  Spirit  pleads; 
And  Jesus  on  the  eternal  tbrone7 

For  sinners  intercedes. 

O!  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way! 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod — 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray! 

HYMN  217— 12's  and  ll's. 

How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollec- 
tion, 

Of  youthful  connexions,  and  innocent  joy, 

When  blest  wiih  parental  advice  and  affec- 
tion, 

Surrounded  with  mercies — with  peace  from 
on  high. 

I  still  view  the  chairs  of  my  father  and 
mother, 

The  seats  of  their  offspring  as  ranged  on 
each  hand; 

And  that  richesl  of  books,  which  excelled 
every  other, 

The  family  Bible,  which  lay  on  the  stand: 

The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  blessed 
Bible, 

The  family  Bible,  which  lay  on  the  stand. 


186  MISCELLANEOUS. 

That  Bible,  the  volume  of  God's  inspiration, 

At  morn  and  at  evening,  could  yield  us 
delight, 

And  the  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  in- 
vocation 

For  mercy  by  day,  and  for  safety  thro'  night; 

Our  hymn  of  thanksgiving  with  harmon}' 
swelling, 

All  warm  from  the  hearts  of  the  family  band. 

Has  rais'd  us  from  earth  to  that  rapturous 
dwelling, 

Described  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand: 

The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  ble?sed 
Bible, 

The  family  Bible,  which  lay  on  the  stand. 

Ye  scenes  of  tranquility,  long  have  we 
parted, 

My  hopes  almost  gone,  and  my  parents  no 
more; 

In  sorrow  and  sadness,  I  live  broken-hearted, 

And  wander  unknown  on  a  far-distant  shore; 

Yet  how  can  I  doubt  a  dear  Saviour's  pro- 
tection, 

Forgetful  of  gifts  from  bis  bountiful  hand? 

O  let  me  with  patience  receive  his  correc- 
tion, 

And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand: 

The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  blessed 
Bible, 

The  family  Bible,  that  lay  on  the  stand. 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light,  Page  80 

All  other  sounds  discordant  seem,  152 

Among  the  mountain  trees,  173 

And  did  the  holy  and  the  just,  143 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake!  awake!  49 

Attend,  ye  children  of  your  God,  109 

Awake,  my  soul!  stretch  ev'ry  nerve,  75 

Awake,  my  soul  in  joyful  lays,  162 

Awake,  my  soul,  thy  tribute  bring,  44 

Behold,  where,  in  a  mortal  form,  179 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  heart  expands,  133 

Bright  and  joyful  was  the  morn,  37 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death,  181 

But  who  shall  see  the  glorious  day,  142 

By  faith  in  Christ  I  walk  with  God,  76 

Christians  keep  your  armor  bright,  37 

Come,  let  our  hearts  and  voices  join,  29 

Come,  dear  friends,  we  are  all  brethren,  -   43 

Come,  let  us  anew,  47 

Come,  Christian  brethren,  ere  we  part,  65 

Come,  let  us  join ,  with  one  accord,  79 

Come  in,  ye  blessed  of  the  Lord,  112 

Come  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord,  1 18 

Come,  every  pious  heart,  121 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord,  125 

Come,  children  of  Zion,  and  help  us  to  sing.  129 

Come,  you  weary  sinners,  come,  141 

Come,  you  poor  and  thirsty  sinner,  148 
Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  you  languish,        170 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness,        131 

Dear  brethren,  come,  draw  near  to  God,  67 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner  draw  near,  41 

187 


188  TABLE    OF   FIRST    LINES. 

Didst  thou,  Lord  Jesus,  suffer  shame,  Page  77 

Etkrnal  source  of  every  joy,  90 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand,  141 

Eternal  wisdom,  thee  we  praise,  159 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  tove,  35 

Father  of  all!  we  bow  to  thee,  52 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss,  62 

Father  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless,  66 

Father,  is  not  thy  promise  pledged,  123 

Firm  as  khe  earth  thy  gospel  stands,  183 

From  Olivet's  sequester'd  seats,  164 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows,  168 

Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name,  157 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night,  63 

Go  with  thy  servant,  Lord,  18 

Go,  and  the  Saviour's  grace  proclaim*  122 

God  from  the  grave  has  rais'd  his  Son,  29 

God  with  us!  Q  glorious  name,  33 

God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son,  75 

God  struck  the  first  born  dead,  155 

Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth,  48 

Great  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song,  86 

Great  God,  where'er  we  pitch  our  tent,  79 

Great  God,  we  sing  thy  mighty  hand,  48 

Great  God!  thy  penetrating  eye,  J5 

Great  God!  this  sacred  day  of  thine,  15 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Messiah,  60 

Had  I  ten  thousand  gifts  beside,  10 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews,  182 

Hail  the  day  that  saw  him  rise,  28 

Hail  thou  long  expected  Jesus,  138 

Happiness,  thou  lovely  name,  78 

Happy  the  saints  whose  lot  is  cast,  64 

Happy  the  cfty,  where  their  sons,  99 

Hear,  O  sinner,  mercy  hails  you,  19 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims,  10 

Hosanna  to  Kins  David's  Son,  183 

Hosanna  to  the  Church's  Head,  96 

Hosanna,  with  a  cheerful  sound,  114 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet,  17 

How  charming  is  the  place,  32 

How  happy  are  the  souls  above,  106 


TABLE    OF   FIRST   LINES.  189 

How  honor'd  is  the  place,  Page  153 

How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection,  185 

How  pleas'd  and  blest  was  I,  1G3 

How  various  and  how  new,  94 

How  vain  are  alJ  things  here  lielow.  134 

Ho,  ye  who  thirst!  a  living  fount,  74 

Hungry,  and  faint,  and  poor,  26 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord,  63 

Immortal  God,  oh  thee  we  call,  100 

In  all  my  ways,  O  God,  66 

In  thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling,  14 

In  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God,  158 

I  sing  the  almighty  pow'r  of  God,  178 

Jksus  has  died  that  I  might  live,  56 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken,  166 

Jesus!  in  thy  transporting  name,  12 

Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies,  12 

Jesus  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone,  68 

Jesus  my  love,  my  chief  delight,  13 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace,  1 17 

Jesus,  once  for  sinners  slain,  113 

Jesus!  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend,  11 

Jesus,  the  spring  ofjoys  divine,  71 

Join  all  the  glorious  names,  98 

Join  all  who  love  the  Saviours  name,  107 

Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow,  57 

Let  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name,  127 

Let  thoughtless  thousands  choose  the  road,  61 

Lik^ sheep,  we  went  astray.  145 

Like  Noah's  weary  dove  45 

Light  of  them  that  sit  in  darkness,  46 

Lo,  the  stone  is  roll'd  away,  157 

Lo,  wisdom  stands  with  smiling  face,  73 

Lord  am  I  thine,  entirely  thine,  83 

Lord  all  I  am  is  known  to  thee,  33 

Lord,  in  thy  presence  here  we  meet,  126 

Lord  of  my  life,  O  may  thj  praise,  85 

Lord,  now  we  part  in  thy  blest  nan  e,  65 

Lord  we  expect  a  day,  95 

Lord,  when  together  here  we  meet,  35 

Lord  what  is  man?  extremes  how  wide,  175 

Love  divine  all  love  excelling,  125 


190  TABLE    OF    FIRST   LINES. 

Mistaken  souls,  that  dream  of  heav'n,  Page    48 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys,  25 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love,  75 

My  helper,  God!  I  bless  his  name,  92 

My  prophet  thou,  my  heavenly  guide,  70 
My  son,  know  thou  the  Lord," 

My  soul  repeat  his  praise,  160 

Not  all  the  nobles  of  thcearth,  99 

Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts,  88 

Now  may  the  God  of  peace  and  love,  82 

Now  to  the  Lord  that  made  us  know  103 

On,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul,  26 

Oh  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sin?,  137 

Oh  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy,  120 

O  happy  is  the  man  who  hears,  176 

O  happy  they  who  know  the  Lord,  31 

O  Lord,  when  faith  with  fixed  eyes,  100 

O  love!  beyond  conception  great,  72 

Oh  most  delightful  hour  by  man,  161 

Oh,  with  what  pleasure  we  behold,  127 

Once  more,  before  we  part,  82 

One  there  is  above  all  others,  138 

O  thou  my  light,  my  life,  my  joy,  158 

One  glance  of  thine,  eternal  Lord,  53 

O  turn  you,  O  turn  you,  for  why  will  you  die,  22 

Our  Father,  whose  eternal  sway,  8 1 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire,  184 

Rejoice,  believers,  in  the  Lord,  110 

Rejoice,  my  soul,  still  in  the  Lord.  34 

Remark,  my  soul, the  narrow  bounds,  91 

Rise,  gracious  God,  and  shine,  16 

Return,  O!  wanderer,  now  return,  97 

Rock  of  ages!  cleft  for  me,  61 

Safely  through  another  week,  136 

Self-righteous  souls  on  works  rely,  108 

Shout,  for  the  blessed  Jesus  reigns,  104 

Sinners  come,  and  taste  with  me,  38 

Sinners  hear  your  Lord  and  Saviour,  39 

So  let  your  lips  and  lives  express,  22 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord,  18 

Sweet  the  moment ,  rich  in  blessing,  138 

The  chariot!  the  chariot!  its  wheels  roll  in  fire,    143 


TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES.  191 

The  food  on  which  thy  children  live,  Page  31 

The  God  who  once  to  Israel  spoke,  54 

The  God  of  Love  will  sure  indulee,  177 

The  gold  and  silver  are  the  Lord's  116 

The  icy  chains  that  bound  the  earth,  88 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light,  156 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  175 
The  Lord  is  the  fountain  of  goodness  and  love,        150 

The  Lord  who  rules  the  world's  affairs,  83 

The  man  is  ever  blest,  84 

The  Prince  of  Salvation  in  triumph  is  riding,  20 

The  rich  memorials  of  thy  grief,  132 

The  Saviour!  O  what  endless  charm*,  44 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest,  40 

There  is  a  God,  all  nature  speaks,  152 

There  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stayed,  167 

There  is  no  path  to  heavenly  bliss,  30 

There's  joy  in  heaven  and  joy  on  earth,  128 

This  happy  day  has  fix'd  their  choice,  24 

This  world  can  never  give,  96 

Thou  art  our  shepherd,  glorious  God,  64 

Thou  art  the  way,  to  thee  alone,  67 
Thou  sweet  gliding  Kedron,  by  thy  silver  stream,     170 

Thus  saiththe  Church's  Head,  171 

Thy  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess,  119 

Thy  presence,  everlasting  God,  93 

Thy  way,  O  Lord,  is  in  the  sea,  69 

Time  is  winging  us  away,  145 

'Tis  finish'd,the  Redeemer  cries,  101 

'TIs  done,  the  mighty  work  is  done,  102 

To  Christ  the  Lord,  let  ev'ry  tongue,  9 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name,  42 

To  thee  let  my  first  off'rings  rise,  84 

To  praise  the  ever  bounteous  Lord,  89 

To  God  the  mighty  Lord,  154 

'Tvvixt  Jesus  and  the  chosen  race,  106 

Unto  our  God  on  Judah's  hills,  130 

Vital  spark  of  heav'nly  flame,  180 

Welcome,  thou  well  brlov'd  of  God,  128 

We've  no  abiding  city  here,  147 

What  have  I  in  this  barren  land,  105 

What  thousands  never  knew  the  road.  59 


1$2  TABLE    OF   FIRST    LINES. 

What,  poor  sinner,  means  this'sadness,  39 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God.  69 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away,  174 
When  Israel's  tribes  were  parch'd  with  thirst,  Page  55 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay,  51 

When  marshal'd  on  the  nightly  plain,  169 

Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise,  120 
Why  stand  you  here  idle,  my  friends,  all  the  day,    149 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die,  181 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace,  56 

With  my  substance  I  will  honor,  140 

With  songs  of  grateful  praise,  50 

With  thee,  great  God,  the  stores  of  light,  87 

With  transport,  Lord,  our  souls  proclaim,  102 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord,  24 

Ye  wretched,  hungry, starving  poor,  1 II 

You  messengers  of  Christ,  124 

You  servants  of  God,  58 


mmmmsm  as 


HfflU 


iiS    ]  MM  Jjjji 

:  '■     •)  !■  it   !i 


>5/ 


